These Eyes Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

These Eyes



Metal smith I am
Claws I make of these hands, fingers

Farmer I am
Raking a part of better aggregation

I want to make claws
To fork-out these eyes
Off their sockets
And plant them firmly

Deep in a flat mirror Ground After a dedicated plough

They like the youths the beauty the freshness and ripeness
Dislike the wrinkled maturity at the verge of departure

Let these eyes remain grow sunflower-like

Dance with the sun

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I was reading Glen Downie's Desire Lines. I enjoy most of his poems and among the words used I saw the claw...
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