With My Eye
by Tim G. Young
my space heater throws a pale orange light
my white candles flicker in the middle of the night
a lava lamp dances purple in disguise
a television blinks with television eyes
my toasted brown bread leaves crumbs on the counter
my cream cheddar cheese is exactly what I wanted
a dark red wine insists on reflecting
a string of colored lights hung near the ceiling
the chill on my back never quite leaves me
though I try and I try the heat won't believe me
but if something in the air can catch on fire
then the sadness I feel may move and retire
so I sit very still tuning my ears for a listen
hoping for a response so I'll know what I'm missing
and if there's a chance a thought does fly by
then I'll write it down and see it with my eye
see it with my eye
see it with my eye
and if there's a chance a thought does fly by
then I'll write it down and see it with my eye
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Author's Note
Sitting still.
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The eyes have it.
I like this. A late night read from my phone so no critique. But I like it.
Enjoyed.
"then the sadness I feel may move and retire"
Very nice.
Thanks to Matt, W.R., Gary, and Erika!
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Nice, Tim!
Thank you Jerry and Kitty.
I like how the middle stanza dispels all the colors accumulated in the first two (sight being dispelled by the sensation of cold), then a return to purpose (hearing and seeing) in the fourth after the invocation of air that "can catch on fire".
Good work.
Many thanks, strannikov.
Nice rhymes and near rhymes and nice nearness of themes. Light and fire, reflection, electronic eyes and real eyes blinking, catching. *
Thank you, Ann!