Gaze,
transfixed
soul-to-soul.
Glistening lights
hidden in the depths;
Earnest perception dawns!
Riveted to umber orbs–
circling the event horizon–
Transfixed moments of understanding….
conjoined ephemeral intimacy……
∞ ≈ ♥≈ ∞
This poem demonstrates my ability to write a beautiful mess of BS. Must be my Scotch-Irish heritage! But, like George, “I cannot tell a lie”. The REAL story behind this lovely poem is not at all romantic and a whole lot of horrifying:
Last week I went to Arizona for vacation. [More on that in another post!] I found myself packed in the aisle of an airplane with barely enough room to take a deep breath. For some reason the line was at a standstill. I don’t do standstill very well, so to cope I went into a semi-trance for an unknown length of time. Was it seconds? Minutes? All I know is that I came to a gradual awareness that my gaze was transfixed on a person. A man with an olive-gray ball cap. I felt like I was waking up from a dream as his eyes slowly swam into clear focus.
“Wow!” thought I, “now THAT is eye candy….what gorgeous eyes….”
I slowly roamed over his face, appreciating the finer points while I was stuck like a sardine in the line, my thoughts something like ” He ROCKS that beard. Wait, what am I saying, I hate beards! But darn, he should be a beard model….I’ll call him………… Mr Munchtastic!” 🙂
Now I was a little puzzled, because this isn’t me at all, so I was curious as to why I was reacting in such an unusual manner. The words of this etheree poem began to pleasantly percolate…..
Wait, something isn’t right. A wave of confusion washed over me, and I felt my eyes get sucked back into his. He was staring back, a little smile on his face….like he knew me….HUH?
Weird how sometimes recognition comes in a slow trickle, but seconds later I felt my eyes start to bug out at him with dawning horror.
“Do I KNOW those eyes?” (Um, I think it’s time to BLINK now!)
“Yikes, I DO know those eyes!”
“Oh gracious I am ogling Dr C! And I think he knows it! AHHH!”
What to do? What to do? I was still sucked into this gaze that I couldn’t break and I could feel sweat trickling down the back of my neck.
“Ok, focus! Does he recognize me? OMG I think he DOES! AHHHH!!”
Plan of attack needed! Cheeky Smile? No? Finger wave? No? Wink at him? Well, maybe in my young hot days, lol!
By this time I was in a panic. There was no way I could say a casual “hi” and not act like an idiot. So the cowardly way out presented itself with a whispered “Pretend you didn’t see him….”
“That’s so rude! I couldn’t! Dr C is ‘da bomb’ and the nicest doc in our hospital! He helps the kids in my unit so much!……. Plus I am glued to his eyeballs; how would I extricate myself?”
” Just slide your eyes casually over his hat then keep sliding them up….”
And I did just that. I am such a doofus……
Now how do I act when I see him next? “Sorry my eyes were not behaving themselves Dr C?”
[FACEPALM]
Etheree poem: 10 lines, each syllable increases by one starting with one syllable (or 10 if going the other way).
Fantasies of a Forlorn Fairy 