Enga mellom fjella

1947 Green Eyes

Green Eyes
Bob Everly & Helen O'Connell (1947)
Association: my father

My mother had little to nothing growing up. My parents were 'old' when they married and this 78 recording must've been my dad's. It was the big-band era.

Both my sisters and my parents had light blue eyes. Mine were different. More blue-grey with a yellowish tint. At times they appeared green. That was fine with me. I wanted to be different! But not too different. In college my one roommate had green eyes; so did his girlfriend. We-three were left-handed and studying biology.

I'm still attracted to green eyes; although, I'm a sucker for big brown eyes as well.

Tiger eyes: green, blue, brown; your slitted depths of lust,
luscious as small hazelnuts, as big as chestnuts.

         (24 syllable couplet: 12/12)

From a 2009 blog entry ""Becoming two" Ah... Penelope..." :

"The rest of the story...

As she left, Penelope's green eyes begged me to pet her. Her soft mew said now would be a good time. That was after I had soaked in the tub after having cooked pork short ribs and beans, blowing bubbles the fragrance of rosemary and sage, relaxing while scrubbing my pants with a bar of Fels Naphtha.

She had fled from Apartment 4, snuck in my door, left her calling card on the bed. Ah... Penelope... next time I'll search before bathing."

From 2007 sitting in a coffee shop came this "A tritina for Brett." 

[untitled tritina]

         for Brett Johnson of Stillwater, Oklahoma

Green eyes, blond, almost a Nazi,
he strums his guitar, hums his song
"Shannon the sunrise was hidden",

fingers gliding over hidden
motes of emotion no Nazi
would ever hope to express with song,

his song, trilling high notes of birdsong,
exposing a heart he thought was hidden
like Anne Frank among the Nazis,

Shannon. Those Nazis whose heartsongs
died before sunrise, still hidden.

© Kåre Enga 2007 [164.307] 2007-10-19

Met Brett yestereve at Aimée's. He said his eyes were blue-green, almost a Nazi. He sang his song "Shannon the sunrise was hidden" strumming his guitar. The poem flowed from that.




Lyrics:

(male voice)
Well, Green Eyes with their soft lights,
Your eyes that promise sweet nights,
Bring to my soul a longing, a thirst for love divine.
In dreams I seem to hold you, to find you and enfold you,
Our lips meet and our hearts, too, with a thrill so sublime.

Those cool and limpid Green Eyes -
A pool wherein my love lies.
So deep that in my searching for happiness
I fear that they will ever haunt me,
All through my life they'll taunt me.
But will they ever want me?
Green Eyes, make my dreams come true.

(Female voice)
Well, Green Eyes with the soft lights,
And eyes that promise sweet nights,
Bring to my soul a longing, a thirst for love divine.
In dreams I seem to hold you, to find you and enfold you,

In:

FOLDER

Monkeying around in September  (13+) Music! Jeff provides the prompts. I just respond. (1946-1955) #2231240 by Kåre เลียม Enga

For:

FORUM

Barrel of Monkeys  (E) An annual interlinked musical blogging challenge! Runs every September. #1987725 by Jeff