It explains why they grow weaker as we age, especially without caring for them well
His soul was brown and veiled, seemingly deep, but lying in it’s emotions
Mine was bright and clear, but weak in the light, and a bit wonky on one side
His soul was downcast, drooping, hidden behind darkness, and avoided intimacy
Mine hated the dark because it could not see it’s way, so it could not find him there
His saw too much and drank it all in, greedily, flitting from gaze to gaze to gaze anew
Mine saw too little peripherally but believed in what was standing before it, solidly
We could never see eye to eye, as long as the eyes are the windows of the soul
JenniferB, 4 months ago
Incredibly descriptive writing Arletta, your words are able to bring to life and provide imagery, for those intangibles such as the soul.
We could never see eye to eye, as long as the eyes are the windows of the soul
perfect, simply perfect.
xox
Arletta in reply to JenniferB’s comment, 4 months ago
Thank you much, Ma’am
Prasad, 4 months ago
I liked the final PUNCH, Arletta. Stunning flow of the words. It has great depth and certainly needs a different state of mind…............. Just like mine way of thinking. VWD.
Arletta in reply to Prasad’s comment, 4 months ago
Thank you!
Louise Kuskovski, 4 months ago
lovely. I especially adore the first line.
Louise