I wrote the first of these quadrilles for the Monday dVerse quadrille prompt “eyeing the quadrille” – 44 words exactly and must include the word eye.
I don’t think I have ever been told
that I have beautiful eyes.
So does that mean my soul
is also not something to prize?
Is it murky grey-green-brown,
of indeterminate hue?
If less like sky than ground,
does that mean it lacks value?
Then after taking the photo above I noticed that the last photo on my phone before this was the freaky tree-eye, which was just too good a picture to not use, so I wrote a second quadrille to go with it:
Even the trees are watching,
so be careful what you do,
and be careful what you say
because something’s listening too.
The only place you’ll find
away from all ears and eyes
is deep inside your own mind.
There is nowhere else to hide.
This scary tree eye is how the tree has healed after a branch was pruned off. There are several of them, more or less eye-like, on the trees at the edge of this carpark.
anotherKate 
I love the quadrilles but the that tree is creepy.
There’s a whole row of them with bits like that along the edge of a carpark – it is really creepy!
If that is an example, they must be!
Awesome tree! My Mum is disparaging of her eyes too. Says they’re the colour of Newport on a dull day. I don’t feel like people noticed my eyes either until both my children ended up with larger versions of them. They made a feature of what was dull. And, since people like to compare kids with their genetic heritage, I now have noticeable eyes. Genius!
Newport on a dull day – surely that would be grey, which sounds pretty good. 🙂 My kids all have blue eyes, so no chance to demonstrate genetic heritage there.
Lovely quadrilles and I love the colour of your eyes.
Thank you, that’s very kind ❤
You are welcome, Kate. ❤️
Ditto both comments above. Beautiful eyes and creepy tree! Great poems!
Thanks Mary ❤
Ironically, some people cannot see your eyes and miss the beauty. Love that tree!
If I was long sighted instead of short sighted then my glasses would magnify my eyes instead of reducing them… Then I would look better, but see worse. 😀
Indeed, though I was referring to the blindness of others not seeing on any level, you can be right in front of people and they don’t ‘see’ you’ but I get what you mean, my glasses get in the way 🙂
🙂
Both Quadrilles … outstanding! Your eyes are the color of my Dad’s as I remember them. Beautiful.
Thank you Helen ❤
I think all eyes are inherently beautiful, provided they are lighted by goodness and not darkened by evil.
Well said Roger 🙂
That first one really touched me, Kate – I completely agree with you! And I think your eyes are beautiful!
-David
Thanks David ❤
Indeed… the quote led me to believe that if the eyes are not perfect also the soul is tainted, my father was squint-eyed, and people thought there was something wrong with his soul
I’ve never liked that saying because of that implication.
I can definitely identify with the first one. My eyes are small and unremarkable in color – not the big beautiful doe eyes that everyone falls in love with.
Me too. It’s such a stereotype too, the gazing into eyes… I’m also short sighted so that isn’t going to work well through the glasses either 😀