Through Eyes Of Green (poem) by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on June 27, 2010

I love green eyes. My mother's are hazel, but they pale to green.

Ron

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

Very well achieved poem

Reviewed on June 20, 2010

To the chair.... powerful piece of wondering, questioning, and hoping for renewal of youthful dreams. Very nice in deed. J'nia

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on June 19, 2010

I agree with Jude, sometimes we cannot see what is right in front of us...Sure hope he can still "see" you!

I have green eyes also! :)

Much peace,love and light,
Amber

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on June 19, 2010

sometimes, blurriness affects our vision to see through life's colors ...

good write ...

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on June 18, 2010

Your genuine emotions are always spelled out perfectly upon the page in a way that penetrates the soul and heart of man...endlessly touching and caressing the mind and heart with all the love that is contained within you. You will never realize the true worth of what is in your spirit until you see the smiles upon faces and the tears upon cheeks when you have reached beyond imagination as only you can.

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on June 18, 2010

OMG La Belle i love this heartfelt poem!
Your words stay within my mind and touch my heart
The song I Am i said compliments your verse Beautifully
Thank you for touching my heart with this beautiful piece!
Wishing You Love Peace and Light....Yolie

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on June 18, 2010

Haunting beauty in image and poem, La Belle -- exquisite!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on June 18, 2010

Beautiful writing as always sweet lady,sure have missed you..hope all is well with you..stay safe and well..Hugss

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on June 18, 2010

Heart tugging writing at its very best, Belle! Very nice!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

I don't have green eyes: my eyes are dark brown. :)

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on June 18, 2010

Quite a heartfelt piece, La Belle.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on June 18, 2010

"...will closed eyes dare to open..." and come out of the darkness to the scintillating lights of tenderness?

Georg

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on June 18, 2010

Very nicely done, Belle.

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

RIPE AND READY TO TRY FOR THAT 'GOLDEN RING' ONCE MORE ... BUT... AFRAID...THAT 'REALITY' WON'T BE...KIND. OUTSTANDING...AS ONE HAS COME TO APPRECIATE AND EXPECT FROM 'LABELLE'. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

This is the time for the "pupil" to learn from the teacher Ms. Rouge...the iris from afar, wondering, asking...some eyes do open after a span in time for what it was they may have been running from and now wizened with age...it all plays out in the green fields where it all started...eyes are "feelers"...and somebody is definately out there within reach, Belle...

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

I'm not sure the green eyes are to be taken literally nor symbolically as jealousy; for me, they are the eyes of reality and genuine questioning, the rich sensitive probes of Poet Belle.

John

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

Oh such strong inner emotions and the turmoil I feel through reading each precious word...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

Beautifully descriptive from beginning to end.

Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

can out of tune hearts play a melody
when they’ve long forgotten their song?

What a great line! I feel the tension and the possibilities. Good write.

Peace,
Dayvid

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

Wonderful words and almost musical in it's own way could be a song...
fee

Reviewed by TONY NERONE

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

Who in his right mind could not see you? As always this writing was eloquent and outstanding.

GOD BLESS YOU ALWAYS
TONY

Reviewed by Duke LaRance

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

You just keep getting better and better. I don't know whether I'm afoot or horseback, but I'm still around.

duke larance -- the drugstore cowboy poet

Reviewed by Roger Ochs

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

Your first verse grabs the reader in a velvet embrace and you squeeze until, by the last verse, all that one can do is gasp. Gorgeous write.

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

Interesting, as green maybe seen as jealousy in the last stanza.

(News Flash!!! France have just lost to Mexico 2-0. HAHAHAHAHA. Sorry couldn't help it. Yes I could. NOT)

The is a Rumiesque quality about this poem.

Reviewed by John Bidwell

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

Deep haunting quality- the wondering...
I can so relate.

John

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

I love this, Belle. It's elliptic and as if from the peripheral vision of the mainstay of mind's preoccupation, yet inhabits the very flesh of the heart and soul. There is something about green eyes that denotes extra-sensual perception, I believe. And those being watched by them sense it. This is an Eye-Spy of love and longing while quietly veiled in the sensible math of the mind. A beautiful coming together of the concrete and abstract to extract true meaning. One of your recent bests in my book. xx

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

the emotional depth tells a tale many can relate to-well done

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on June 17, 2010

Beautiful moving write!!

Love Tinka