Camera Eye
By Shawen A. Greer
She falls prey to the beautiful ones
that look back from slick pages.
Perfect.
Unnatural.
Deceiving.
For what of those tainted eyes?
Colors not captured in the reflected sky.
Hair untouched by wind,
or rain,
or lover's hand.
Flat.
Lifeless.
False dimension.
Beauty is not the perception of the eye,
but in the conviction of the heart.
But foolish young one
sees with clouded vision
delusional portrayals of beauty.
Kaleidoscope eyes.
While her own only reflect
the bleak color of death.
(c) Shawen A. Greer 2001
