I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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20 April 2014

Colour

In Peru
the blue of his eyes
had the women twittering.
“So handsome!” they told me.
(I already knew.)

I, of course, was gazing
(discreetly) into 
the deep brown eyes
of slim, black-haired men
with knife-edge cheekbones.

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In Bali
the locals feasted their eyes
on our fair-faced, fair-haired boys 
(they were pre-schoolers then)
with clucks of admiring joy.

Their father and I 
couldn’t pull our gaze
from the quick, dark local children,
their golden skin, black hair
and bright black, dazzling eyes.


April Poem A Day Challenge 2014, day 19: a colour poem
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