Ode On Beholding Eyes

Windows to the soul buried long;

Fingerprints of both vision and memory.

Colour - years since set, do not think it to be wrong.

Tools of capture will fill your mental treasury,

Such as timeless constellations,

Obstacles overcome, seen through a haze of hurt

Or fervent exchanges of lovers past,

Swift pro-action or idle procrastination.

To forget is a notion that you should not flirt:

Life which only one has lived and one whose lessons amassed.

Individuality sprouts from inside me:

Several of my precious but hidden gardens,

Gemstones formed under immense pressure, you will see

Birthmarks enticing curiosity, which is ardent,

Ripe with vibrancy - not without shadow;

An alliance of varying hues and saturation

Come together to emit an air of

Extraordinary distinctiveness from head to toe.

This idea I am phrasing needs no evasion:

Disparity: a profound idea, I have come to love.

Muddy, the blur between pigments of youthful earth:

Stromboli, a mixture of the blue spruce's cyan;

The great green Gable planes and all their worth;

Kelp that sways, acts as devotion's flames' fan -

It's rippling aura derives attention

To my desire to thrive and flourish like a green bay tree.

Singularness found deeper than dusty emerald eyes

Allow wisdom of scarring to provide fresh sensation

Of adolescence, strength, original thoughts free -

Abundant and creative with no deception or guise.

Tie-dye bursts infiltrate these viridescent canvases,

Exploiting crevices of colour with blue hue:

Shoreline tone hinting emotionally deep ambages -

The labyrinths of watery depths: their nostalgic dew;

An ocean's loyalty to the coast in all of its appealingness -

Duty I possess for every encounter;

Such the iris to white sands: fidelity I'll never squander.

Drops of unknown signify willingness;

A sense of spirituality with no counter;

Yearning to explore the wild blue yonder.

One odd segment sliced in the left,

Yet asymmetry prevails: only a smudge in the right.

Concoctions of colours mirror empathy's heft:

A typhoon of emotion we know can be bright.

I will be lost in a brown study or talking a blue streak,

To come back to reality and summon strength.

There is beauty in the unique

And security in isolation;

In darkness, light will reach a further length.

I may be verklempt, but I will always be chic.

Sensory organs which allow me limitless vision,

Although themselves common, their individuality intense.

I know them to grant magnificent prevision:

With foresight and symbolic clairvoyance immense,

In the absence of chakra or thought-to-be energy:

Their cosmic perspective alight.

Beauty in the eye of the beholder -

Sometimes distorted or fighting with lethargy.

Given the power to still see the light,

In everyone, even those who are colder.

No surprise that, the heart - where entry, they allow:

Developed through life's three tenses,

Experience obtained from then and now.

Weep, wrinkle, wear - noble consequences

Of interaction, sincerity and or obstacles hurdled.

Now, they interpret - they will comprehend;

Soon to inspire, read and puzzle -

The purposes endless, but smiles won't be curdled -

For mean spirited or malicious, I cannot pretend.

These globes glossed with empathy, still I will stumble.

I am the quintessence of me,

As nobody has fought on the grounds such as I:

Accepting myself was always my plea

To a future I who could say goodbye -

To fickle, compared and conventional.

Take pride in authenticity,

Forget the fear in being sui generis -

Find excitement in the multidimensional

And lowly boredom in simplicity.

Shout farewell to ordinary!

An ode on the uniqueness of being: both in physicality and of character.

First handwritten, then digitalised by the author,

Lucy Cunningham.