Caribbean Eyes

Don’t close your eyes
Let the Caribbean waves flow
The bluest of ships are but shadows from your glow
A sea of stars is just a reflection of your eyes smiling
I am dazzled in their brilliance
Awestruck in the clearness of their purity
I stand in their shallows
Peering into the endless depths
I am desperate to plunge in over my head
Terrified of needing to come out again for air
I long to drown in that sapphire sea
I will cast myself in
Leaving behind all cares
Overwhelmed by the tides
I am no longer dead



So here's another intensely romantic poem I wrote a week or two ago. It has turned out to be one of my favorites so far. But then again, I seem to say that about almost every one that I write. I must just be getting progressively more appealing to myself in my writings. Anyway, the story behind this one is that I was not originally pleased with it at all. I had the concept I wanted to go after a day or two before I got around to writing it, and I was in love with that so I knew even before I put pen to paper that I wasn't going to want to come back up out of this poem once started. However, I did have to pack up, eventually, and as it turned out it was before I had finished. It then went five or six days before I picked it back up again, and I had lost the real spirit of the piece that so overpowered me earlier. I kept scratching away regardless until I just ended up with a mess, and worse: one that dragged. So, my mother being conveniently near at the time (and her also being a writer), I had her look at it and tell me what she thought. She said, "Cut it at this point." Horrified, I saw that she only wanted to keep about eight lines in a poem that I had aimed to be longer than my previous poetical attempts. I remedied that (slightly) by adding in a couple lines of a different section. The end result is at least three times less than the original, but I must say it is at least three times more in line with my original inspiration. And I plan (not plan, I will) use the rest of the stuff for something else, so that's alright, too. And that's the story of how Caribbean Eyes came to be.

Exhaustedly (after having written a much bigger post than anticipated),
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p.s. I will not discourage any personal questions regarding inspiration for this poem (or others) but I retain the right to answer as vaguely as I care to. ;)


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