October 22, 2024 734 Views How She Sings Me by Barry Koplen Listening to Suite Judy Blue Eyes, thinking of her, her Judy-like brown eyes, her questions that claim my feelings as if images stuck in her mirror. My shell of truth has been pierced by her stare, pressed into lyrics only she will record. How Often Have I Heard, “I Want to Write a Poem but…”? Quilts from an antique store on Main Listening to Suite Judy Blue Eyes, thinking of her, her Judy-like brown eyes, her questions that claim my feelings as if images stuck in her mirror. My shell of truth has been pierced by her stare, pressed into lyrics only she will record. SHARE Poet's Corner