A Face Speaks Silently

Written for:  Sunday Muse #152

Anger in his eyes
matches intensity
of a hurt, pouting
bottom lip.
He stares

at her with forest eyes 
darkening, giving a
surreal look to the sclera.
He stares

at her in disbelief,
wanting to strike
at her, shakes her,
wanting to cry.
He stares.


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 A Face Speaks Silently

  1. Helen Dehner says:

    Love pouting lip, forest eyes ~~ his most striking features. Well done, Sara!


  2. Sumana Roy says:

    I like your way of looking at this picture.


  3. Zelda Rene says:

    Wowza! “Stares… with forest eyes”–perfect imagery.


  4. Carrie V. H. says:

    “Forest eyes” sigh…a stunning capture of the image Sara!!


  5. Beverly Crawford says:

    You’ve captured his intensity and piercing stare so well! Bravo


  6. Jim says:

    No strikes allowed is a part of the Golden Rule. I also saw anger in the photo but more prominently fear. But I didn’t write about either.


  7. coalblack says:

    They say anger is hurt rerouted.

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  8. msjadeli says:

    Makes me want to know what happened between them…


  9. Susie Clevenger says:

    I don’t know what else to say, but add my Wow to this fabulous poem!


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