The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 2178


Volume-3                                                      DECEMBER -2013                                           Number-2



 by Bobbi Rudin


Mahogany eyes

stare at my face with riveted

attention and curiosity


Not like the slate eyes

that pass me in the hallways

of buildings where appointments

are kept


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.


The inspiration for this poem came from working with a child in special education who is without spoken language.