Eyeland

Written for:  Sunday Muse #83

Surreal-Paintings

“After the Rain” by Cyril Rolando

From Eyeland I see fir trees spread
far apart. An uncertain woman
stands on a bridge. Seems stuck.
Muck below the bridge had churned-
turned to a river of tears, my own.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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20 Responses to Eyeland

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    “….turned to a river of tears, my own……” really jumps out at me.

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  2. Carrie V. H. says:

    You had me at Eyeland but that last line really packs a powerful punch. Always glad to see you at the Muse Sara!

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  3. wyndolynne says:

    oooooooo…this captures the surreality of the image really well 🙂

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  4. Truedessa says:

    an uncertain woman caught in tears of her own. I see light beyond those dark clouds, let’s hope it dries the tears.

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  5. To be caught in the tears …

    and I hear cry me a river

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  6. kanzensakura says:

    An uncertain woman stuck in the middle…a bad place to be.

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  7. Rob Kistner says:

    This is melancholy, but tender Sara!

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  8. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar says:

    the uncertain woman seen from afar … is oneself. LIfe is like that at times…

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  9. Dr.FTSE says:

    A thoughtful interpretation of the prompt.

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  10. Regina Phillips says:

    You’ve captured the essence of the photo and one can insert their own thoughts.

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