The Owl's Wise Eyes

Weathering my mind

With ideas

I had a sudden thought.

Like a chiming echo

Entering both ends of ears

A meeting point in the center.

…

Light bulb rays hovered over

The thin line of hair

Brushing the top of my temple.

Thickening the roots

With a strand of memory,

A humble view

Of all I’ve come to know

Showering myself with gratitude.

…

Soaping in

Blemishes

Squeaky clean reminiscence.

Polishing the back

The hardest parts to reach,

Lavishing nectar

On the smooth slide of skin.

Perfuming

Unscented pathways

With a running

Rush of rose.

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…