(An International Journal of Poetry)
ISSN 2249 –2178
Volume-3 DECEMBER -2013 Number-2
by Bobbi Rudin
stare at my face with riveted
attention and curiosity
Not like the slate eyes
that pass me in the hallways
of buildings where appointments
or like the ebony eyes
of a hungry lover, like
a parched tongue seeking
Your eyes have none of that.
Your eyes look directly at me,
like a dolphin, your smile and cries
People say that you are trapped alive
without language, but your mahogany eyes,
in this point of seconds, tell me everything
I have ever yearned to hear.
¾ The inspiration for this poem came from working with a child in special education who is without spoken language.