eyes

Your eyes look so lonely and needy.
They want to say something,
But your mouth can’t udder a word.
What is it you need
That your eyes are so desperately seeking?
I want to help you,
But I need to know.
Please tell me.
You can trust me.
I promise I won’t tell
So whisper me your secret
And then
We can be lonely together.

I have never seen
The likes of his eyes,
Blended into one,
But only until marbleized.
I could only catch a glimpse
Of those magnificent orbs
Forests
In spring,
Collected into two marbles.
Sometimes,
It looks like a glimmer of sun shines through.
I wish,
I wish that I could have seen them more,
But he stole them away from the world.
He hid them
Behind his ocean of onyx curls.

My favorite feature.
I use to
wink
at the cute ones.
Blue
green
gold
brown
gray
make hazel,
a rainbow.
All the magazines tell you
what eye shadow looks best
with your color
but not mine.
Mine is me.

They gobble up
light
color
shape
and show me the world.
Staring contests
where I know I will win.
I trust them.

The part of me that is the most
bold.
That I always use

Today was a day
I kept on wishing
I would never meet your eyes.

The ones
That are a sea green.
The ones
That hold a history
We never wish to remember.

And today was a day
I kept on wishing
You could see my eyes.

The ones
That are darkest brown.
The ones
That use to smile like you do now.

Your eyes,
My eyes.
They both use to see
What we thought we believed.

Jillian Griffin of Mount Mansfield High School on her picture: The bright sun shines gaily over the blueberry farm. Children run around, dancing to the music of the bagpipes echoing over the hills. The farm, set on a steep hillside, seems timeless — except for the cars in the parking lot at the bottom, it seems like history has passed by without touching the little farm nestled in the side of a mountain in rural Vermont. Read more.

Eyes of need
By Nick Morley
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

I walked down the empty city street, the streetlights bringing a melancholy and mechanical brightness in the dark of a winter night. I had no idea where I was going- just another walk down to the park, or maybe I could stop by my girlfriend’s house- no, that would be stupid, I thought. I wasn’t really that kind of person, anyway. Romantic, I mean.

Visual Vermont
By Chapin Bryce
Lamoille Union Middle School, Grade 8

Looking across the sky
Vivid colors gleaming
Standing in the clouds
A bird's eye view

Vivid colors gleaming
As a hawk circles
A bird's eye view
Across the tree line

As a hawk circles
Closing on its prey
Across the treeline

Catching his Eyes
By Katie Kowalski
Edmunds Middle School, Grade 7

Looking around the room
When our eyes
Catch
He gazes
I gaze back
Big
Pure
Wide
Beautiful
Blue eyes
I get sucked in
Can’t look away
It gets more
And more intense
As the moments pass
We keep staring
Feels like we have been

The eyes that cannot see
By Sarah Bigelow
Essex Middle School, Grade 6

The eyes are beautiful
Lake blue with flecks of silver
Deep and full of promise
Surrounded by a sea of creamy white
One thing is different though
They have a glossed over appearance
Forever staring into space

That boy with the eyes
By Beth Newcity
Lake Region Union High School, Grade 11

I’m scared to look too long into
Those wells, His eyes, so deep.
They seem to look into my soul,
Know secrets that I keep.
The haunting beauty of them
Leaves burns upon my heart.
To trust their gentle heaviness

Imaginary Eyes
By Gretchen Kaija
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

I know a girl
A blind girl
She has eyes
They are beautiful
Swirls of blue and white
She is blind
But she can see
In her mind
Pictures
A puffy cloud
Sparkly rain
Silky hair
She sees
Everything
And
Anything
All the time