Portrait Sculpture Photography by Brno Del Zou
Your eyes, ears, nose,
and mouth don’t match.
They need a purpose;
they need a soul.
PIECES OF YOU
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THE MIND’S EYE
The mind’s eye.
Portals to our souls.
Our words can hide our lies,
but our eyes can’t.
EYES TO THE SKY
Light squeezes between the leaves.
Eyes to the sky serve me best.
Rays cast hot fingers on me.
Sun has passed its daily test.
The circle widens and deepens.
A place to while away the day.
I keep to its rounded corners.
A place I’ve come to love and pray.
MY EYES HAVE SEEN
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I’ve seen what I should’ve have seen.
My eyes won’t close for sleep.
My heart refuses to stop racing.
My tears have dried up.
My blood boils hot and steamy.
I’m lost in this world.
I’ll soon be one with the next.
HIDDEN
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I am hiding being green.
On this leaf, I won’t be seen.
Feet sliding in the dew.
Orange eyes watching you.
I bet you can’t spot me.
I am one with this tree.
MY EYES SEE
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My eyes see the light beyond
where humans hurry to and fro.
My eyes see the darkness inside
where humans have no pride.
They fight and attack each other
with no regard for their species.
They rant and rave over their passions
with little concern for the welfare of others.
My eyes see the good and the bad,
leaving me all too sad.
Meow.
PIECES
Portrait Sculpture Photography by Brno Del Zou
The pieces.
Eyes.
Nose.
Mouth.
Ears.
Don’t add up.
They refuse to mold.
Separate pieces.
Undefined.
They need a purpose.
Unity.
A soul.
THE WINDOW
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She peeks through the curtain.
Of this I am certain,
she knows nothing of fear
as I draw myself near.
A smile is on her face
as I quicken my pace.
The window grows dark
but she left her mark.
I know which room she does live in.
It must be tidy as a pin.
Her dark eyes have beseeched me.
I know she will complete me.
I just have to summon the courage
before my heart goes back to storage.
We belong together as one.
I won’t stop until I have won.
I raise my hand to the door.
My tears are ready to pour.
I won’t step away.
I’ve come to here stay.
ORANGE EYES
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I’m hiding by being green.
On this leaf I won’t be seen.
Feet sliding in the dew.
Orange eyes watching you.
I bet you can’t spot me.
I am one with this tree.
STRANGE
Why is there a big cat in my bedroom?
Am I awake or still sleeping?
It’s watching me.
Waiting for something.
Go away!
Oh no!
Now my clock has come to life.
Its eyes are ticking back and forth.
Is it my cat or my clock?
Stranger and stranger.
Cats.
There are cats everywhere.
Staring at me.
Help!
Do you feel a little strange?
Your eyes are blurry.
Kindly step away from the computer.
SUSANNE LEIST 