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    Which Eye
    Which Eye
    Which Eye
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    Which Eye

    By Rachel Bernard

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    This book is a collection of poems Rachel Bernard has written in the last 25 years. The poems depict the highs, lows and conflicting temperaments of those years. The many individuals she has met and interacted with through the years inspired these pieces.

    I want to acknowledge the random, hapless, senseless condition of a heart in lovea state equally tumultuous and chaotic as it is serene and secure in the notion that there is a heart loving it back. In love, the highs and peaks are rivaled by the pits and valleys. There is equal magnificence in the brilliance of love and the darkness of despair.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateDec 15, 2010
    ISBN9781426950452
    Which Eye
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    Rachel Bernard

    Rachel Bernard lives in Southern California and is a full-fledged romantic who believes in having it all, the passion and the pain--love exhausting as it is sustaining. She credits her father for her fascination with writing and language while persistence and drive are values from her mother.

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      Which Eye - Rachel Bernard

      © Copyright 2011 Rachel Bernard.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

      Printed in the United States of America.

      ISBN: 978-1-4269-5044-5 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4269-5045-2 (e)

      Trafford rev. 12/09/2010

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      North America & international

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      phone: 250 383 6864 fax: 812 355 4082

      Table of Contents

      FOREWORD

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      DEDICATION

      Catharsis….

      Within

      What is it about love

      Young Love

      Break my heart gently

      My heart astray

      He killed her heart

      How long

      Rape

      Missing

      So long

      Alone

      What becomes of a broken heart

      Where has love gone

      Farewell

      It must be goodbye…

      A Letter of thanks

      Raped

      Sometimes I wonder

      Lest you find me

      Afterthought

      Final Tears (a woman abused)

      Thought I found you

      Wish I were her

      I Love You in Silence

      Less Than Sushi

      Simple Pleasures

      Hearts do mend

      I Believe

      Soft as moonlight

      BCB

      Listen to your heart

      Clouds…

      Is my love enough

      Wondering

      If I could have one wish

      For naught

      Falling for you

      Is it possible to love two souls

      A Time to Heal

      Fallen, this heart of mine

      Stay

      Will you tell me

      Always and Forever

      I knew it

      Love has no bounds

      I just like Socks

      I miss you

      Run away with me

      Life in a Cage

      Take care of my heart

      Where I am

      Maybe this time

      Come to me

      What makes you sad?

      In passing

      How I feel…

      Blah

      Near Heaven

      I miss you

      Love from the distance

      My love for you is

      All these things you bring

      Only this time different

      Do I love you?

      The in between

      For love

      In your eyes

      Big Man, Big Boy

      He loves me so…

      Loving You, Forever

      Late Heart

      Take me there

      When do I miss you?

      Why I stay

      Back to Paradise

      I will remember you

      Maybe a last time…

      Take my hand

      Come back to me

      Confines

      AUTHOR’S NOTES:

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      FOREWORD

      This book is a collection of poems I have written in the last 25 years. Individuals I have met through the years inspired these pieces. Some of them made me laugh, mad or cry but each touching my life in a unique way. The poems depict highs, lows and conflicting temperaments during these 25 years.

      This book’s thematic groupings indicate the cycles and stages of relationships organized into categories such as sorrow, defiance and ultimate recovery. These transitions are acknowledged in most of the pieces. They are at times expressed profoundly in the darker poems or fleetingly in lighthearted thoughts.

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      To BCB, who understands me and is the only other person I have met that possesses the same quirky sense of fun and who continues to be a source of strength and inspiration, thank you.

      To all my friends who had to endure reading my poems, thank you.

      To Laura, who designed the thematic structure of the book and extended her editorial expertise and for naming this work over SVIGS, thank you.

      To my CTO who said the very encouraging words, you should publish your poems, they are good, thanks.

      DEDICATION

      To Bernie, whose love for language, wit and penchant for life inspired me.

      To Lourdes, whose strength, persistence and complexity continue to amaze me.

      To BCB, whose brilliance, humility and belief in the inherent goodness of people has given me hope.

      To Laura, strong and funny friend who understands SVIGS.

      To Mackenzie.

      To my siblings.

      To H, my friend for all my lifetimes.

      To the little girl who played alone and dreamed of rainbows.

      To the hidden romantic in all of us.

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      Catharsis….

      I

      No Morrow…

      I cannot see past the gray of billows that have hovered…

      These have slowly seeped in, in sinewy slivers of doom…

      Not certain when these came, when these bred…

      Only that they seem to envelop and cloak my existence…

      Shrouded in its axis, I am gasping for air…

      My breaths have become rapid, short and shallow…

      I am fraught with an inexplicable sentiment of calamity…

      My own determinable apocalypse…

      The colors of life have fused to one dull blurry hue…

      A black and white photograph with no depiction of energy…

      My world has become an arduous place of non-entity

      Dying while living, numbing while hurting…

      My mind is exhausted, its ravaged halls a refuge for my broken dreams…

      Cavernous and dark, an asylum of aspirations for naught…

      Thoughts spinning in a dizzying madness…

      I try to anchor my last vestige of lucidity before it succumbs…

      For this soul, that no longer hears faint whisperings of the winds of hope…

      Nor finds any solace in the sunlight that illumines the embers of night…

      It can no longer shed tears despite a heart that is engulfed by sorrow…

      With a spirit that is no more, once iridescent is now spent…

      No Morrow….

      II

      Infinite Sadness….

      There were the ominous tell tale signs…

      Ripples, unnoticeable but definite…

      Fractions, fragmented and fleeting instances…

      I have ignored for so long…

      In your eyes, the distant and dispassionate gaze that escapes…

      Unguarded moments when they are unveiled, I see…

      The smolder in them has abated to warm cinders of tolerance…

      They no longer seek nor hold me as if rapt as they were once…

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