The dotted page
Hush of your dewdrop eyes
The stirring in your fingertips
Giving shape to my thoughts
Your eyes
Wrap 'round
Woven hues
To lush a page
Eyes aglow
The ardent need to read
A heart to bare
Glossed by emotions
Eyes streaked
Turquoise tasselled
Breath sparkling like the 
Ocean when the moon hits
It at night 

Your eyes
A vignette 
Blazing, sparking
The dotted page.

109 thoughts on “Brailled

  1. Yassy …. you speak the language of my tribe, is there a word that could capture the feeling I had while reading your poem? No … this was a clean and undiluted feeling … I read it with my own eyes … maybe differently than you intended … but … thanks, you’re amazing.

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  2. You have been busy writing, I see, with my hazel eyes that are now glossed by emotions evoked by your sparkling words. ✨

    Another poem to add to the Yasmin moon-poem folder. ~
    “Breath sparkling like the
    Ocean when the moon hits
    It at night”
    🌕 💖

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      1. I survived the ice age, but only because the electricity didn’t go out and the furnace didn’t quit.

        Fuck this shit I’m ready for some spring so I can go to the park and shoot hoops.

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  3. “The ardent need to read”, the world is full of wonder when the mind is opened, glowing is all about discovery! “A heart to bare, Glossed by emotions”. To unlock new words with the fingertips is a beautiful thing, that is poetry in motion and you described it so vividly that it takes my breath away. You are simply amazing Yassy, I absolutely love this piece!❤️🌹

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