Beauty-Eyed Poem by Lonnie Hicks

We are trapped
Beauty Eyed
in beholder's
gaze,

expectations flush

iron icons
bind us;

Do not move
or blink;


a tiny shift
and beholder's view
is at once awry;
now disappointment,
because aspect new
has changed the view;

in a strobe shot
we are all caught
in expectations light,

flicker or blink
as we must
and we ruin
beholder's dream,

and pay double price
at the bar
where Bitter Drought
drinks.

What nostrums
and remedies,

what drunk variations
from Expectations Cup
dash Hope to fiery Death
unnoticed:

Expectations yours
but unmatched by mine:
signal we two then choke
most times
in the In-Between.