Her Riant Eyes By Sy Roth
Bedeviled by the finger pointers
She stood slouched against the red-brick ruins.
They saw a blankness
But her riant eyes spoke of other things.
Her eyes marshalled their energy
As they passed her by.
In their ambling to nowhere, she saw their decrepitude
And the swollen egos, flabby globs overhanging their belts.
Her rods and cones, stood in military parade rest behind her heavy lids
In a colorful array, arranging themselves
With their rigid shoulders and tucked, droopy chins
Marching in goose-stepping cadence, gliding to the music of the street.
And the wind whispered her trials
In soft susurrations of heated breath.
In her ears, the tintinnabulations of bells
Caroling dirges in the darkened spaces of their lives.
Their deus ex machina machinations
Could not stifle her riant eyes
When she swept away from wall
To step off the curb.
She last-stared at a blue sky
Closed her eyes and whispered
Shema to the bleating horns of traffic
That gasped but did not grasp her goodbye.
©2018 Sy Roth
Original photography by Robert Sundheimer with his permission
Sy Roth is a retired school administrator who has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.