The Same Eyes

Written for:  Sunday Muse #173

Self-Portrait With Accordion
artwork in the “naive” style by artist Guido Vedovato.
We have the same
eyes, my little
friend.  I sing,
and play to soothe
the poor villagers.
You cuddle up with
them, and they feel
loved.   We each have
our jobs to fulfill.

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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23 Responses to The Same Eyes

  1. fireblossom32 says:

    Oh, I love this!


  2. Mike Bayles says:

    I like it, a very touching poem.


  3. Gillena Cox says:

    Bravo. Nice one Sarah. Good Sunday



  4. Jim says:

    We just have to love that little friend and I would love to hear the other playing his accordion. My great grandfather played.
    Lovely poem, Sara, thank you.


  5. peppermint says:

    So precious. ❤


  6. Helen Dehner says:

    My father played the accordion to delight me and my sisters ~~~ you jogged that memory this morning!


  7. wyndolynne says:

    So much warmth in this. 🙂


  8. Carrie V. H. says:

    Beautiful message in this lovely poem Sara!!


  9. Love the calm voice, the harmony between speaker and motif…


  10. msjadeli says:

    ❤ ❤ Imagining these two traveling from village to village bringing comfort.


  11. Beverly Crawford says:

    What a sweet poem. Both doing their job for the good of the villagers. Now if we ALL did that …..


  12. AJ says:

    Short, sweet and punchy! Thanks for sharing


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