Curator’s Exhibition

Curators Exhibition short poem

Photo by Neil T

Eyes do speak.
It’s funny how they perceive the things around.
The broken conversations heard by fully complexed ears.
I believed that I’d be ok.
The conclusions that eyes draw.
Never making sense of the words heard.
I believed it to be my biggest mistake.
Falling for the beautiful images seen.
Following sight, my first love.
Pain is often beautiful, layered one color after another.
The stories that unfold given enough time.
The initial cause and effect, forgetting the love immortalized before anything
was ever heard.
The intimacy that eyes will only understand/
Speak to me and I’ll fully understand.
She’d never been in love.
I gazed intensely
Still I pursued

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