The eyes harvesting sunlight
see a day moon and stars
under a golden veil in the skies
that no one sees at a glance
that no one could care less
unless you have the eyes
like his that sees the spirit
and the soul and the heart.
Tag: poem
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cat’s eyes
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ode to failures
The sun’s up, and the day’s begun
The eyes open, the heart chimes
arise, awake, or forever fallen
Hoping, achieving, sorrowing
Try again, or better yet, fail again
Better worse, alas, still worse
Worst then, fail worst yet again
Till ripped apart, broken again
stumbling, crying, ad naseum
A circle of life as is the nature
whatever it is, the spirit’s high
not made of crude materials
but born of stars, dews, and fire. -
In spite of everything
Today, whatever the Fates weave
Shall still be worn with beauty by me;
Today then don’t let you be told,
How many chapters of life are turned;
That you are old, and so I am indeed;
Nor think dreams are waned with tears,
And talk of the youth wasted with sighs.
Tomorrow will be always tomorrow
And nothing will change even sorrow.
But reason brings truth of the truth
An everlasting and brilliant truth,
Which can, in spite of all smirks,
Open your eyes and and my ears
To the evening star twinkling bright
With sweet soft winds fluting in twilight,
Made of fire, spirit, and dew like you and me.
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I still want to see the world
I still want to see the world
even if it has hurt my heart
even it’s full of the imperfect;
The Sky, the Sea under the Sun
The Moon, the Stars at Night
Blue, Green, sparkling, iridescent-
I still want to see the beauty
if given one more chance to see it
and not to lose it with a promise
to keep the beauty in my eyes,
even if the world still hurts me
even if it will always be imperfect. -
Always on my mind
I am not a baby anymore
than you are a girl never;
The hours, minutes, seconds
we have traveled together
How could we have known
where we would be now
when I see you in my eyes
And me in your glass palace
reflecting the liquid dreams
forming the shapes of memories?
The shadows of melancholy
cast upon the liquid eyes
filled with emerald dreams
Will be cleared away soon
When your lucky star finds you
and the whole universe conspires
to rebel against the malice of gods. -
a lie, yes a lie
No pain, no gain!
Who said that?
What a sadist!
Break the heart,
what do you want?
Blow the spirit,
does it come again?
Some may regenerate
like an inveterate clown
when some can’t take it
with the heartstrings pulled
tweaked, pinched, and torn
Till their souls refuse to stay
besieged, assaulted within.
So, never say once again
Pain is s necessary gambit
with stacks of aces hidden
because it simply isn’t
but a swaggering fiddlestick.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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