Tuesday, April 07, 2009

his eyes were blue


his eyes were blue
and they were honest
and in a look
the shadows of my falsehood
disappeared

5 comments:

Trée said...

Written in observation of Gabriel Byrne's eyes. Last night, flipping through the current issue of Vanity Fair, I saw a full page ad for the HBO series In Treatment, which was a full page image of Gabriel staring into the lens, his blue eyes looking as honest, as open, as genuine and real as eyes can look; and I had to stop and just stare and wonder what it was about those eyes that made me stop and look, stop flipping pages and just stare back; but not just stare back, but feel a sense of peace in looking at eyes that seemed to hold truth. So I wrote what I wrote.

Autumn said...

I love what you have written.
But most of all I love the reason you wrote it. That you saw.

Trée said...

Sunshine, this poem got me linked to a Gabriel Byrne fan club. :-D

What I saw was not a mirror. I wish it had been and I strive for it to be, but the recognition was pure pain.

Autumn said...

:-D Now that is a claim to fame that is worth something!

The comment refered to the fact that whether or not his eyes are all those things that you describe, not everyone would have looked as closely and even fewer perhaps would have seen as deeply in the looking. That is what I meant, that you open yourself not only to looking but to seeing. There is great and layered beauty in this piece of writing, and with the words in your comment, a poignancy added.

Trée said...

Sunshine, you are very sweet to say so. Thank you. :-)