Eyes and Hope

Line 1 is a short phrase or image. Line 2 is another short phrase or image using the same first word as line 1. Lines 3 and 4 starts with the same word used as the last word of line 2. Then, lines 5 and 6 use the last word of line 4. This pattern is followed until line 48. Line 49 uses the last word in 48. Line 50 begins with the last word in line 47. The title is three words long. The title format is the first word of line 3, a preposition or conjunction, and the first word of 47. You can’t use any punctuation. Luckily, these poems don’t need to rhyme. This poetic adventure will either be a lot of fun or leave me frustrated. I almost made it. but I came down with COVID. This poem I will call Eyes and Hope. It’s the first piece of writing I did for almost a month.

Eyes and Hope

Seductive smile

Seductive blue eyes

Eyes as stormy an angry sea

Eyes looking into the heart of me

Me the anchor of a restless ship

Me and my endless search

Search for the perfect words

Search for the need to describe

Describe how you captured my heart

Describe how I long for your touch

Touch of a hand

Touch of a body

Body entwined with mine

Body entwined on silken sheets

Sheets that remember our last visit

Sheets that cover our body in the night

Night of longing

Night of desire

Desire that sparks a flame

Desire that creates a passionate fire

Fire burning long after we rise

Fire erupting in a red-yellow flame

Flame from embers gone cold

Flame from a passion

Passion that never grows old

Passion like spontaneous combustion

Combustion the spice of life

Combustion of emotion

Emotion shared over many years

Emotion to brush away all my tears

Tears shed because life can be cruel

Tears cried in the dark of the night

Night to drive away the light of the day

Night to make a heart heavy

Heavy with grief

Heavy with pain

Pain from tragic sorrow

Pain accompanied by misery

Misery and happiness can’t coexist

Misery can’t remain in the presence of joy

Joy comes with the diming of memory

Joy comes with the spell you cast

Cast on me when I was still young

Cast on me before I understood fate

Fate twists the hands of time

Fate forces lovers to cling to hope

Hope of a future without dark lies

Hope for understanding and forgiveness

Forgiveness

Lies

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Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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