Corner Of My Eye

A little man lives
In the corner of my eye
Where winds blow dry
And the tears gently cry

I believe he saw you
Come in the other day
Dancing to the optics
In his colorful array

When dust floats in
And obscures the lens
The falseness it pretends
Can be corrected in amends

By the tip of a hanky
Or the blow of a nose
For which he thanks me
By blinking in repose




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-17 at 13:37

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Luna Nightshade
this is beautiful in such a unique way. reminds of inner child safe to be at play, i love the way you wrote this. remarkable. its a wonderful poem.
2017-03-19


shells
Just love the thought of a man living in the corner of your eye! Delightful and insightful, (no pun intended!)
2017-03-18