On Green Eyes (Discovery 8/13/09)


When describing a particularly beautiful green eye we are tempted to come up with some kind of smooth simile, like "green as river water" or "green as a redbud leaf" (both of which I've used in my novels to describe green eyes).  But the fact is that there is nothing to compare to the beauty of a green eye because it is the perfection of green, a kind of green that transcends even the most brilliant things in the world such as rivers and leaves.   

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Unknown said…
Nice ... my mother has beautiful green eyes. I'm stuck with just blue.
August 13, 2009 at 7:45 PM
A.J. said…
I love this - I love my own green eyes but can't hold a candle to my son's gray ones. They always make me think of the morning fog.
August 13, 2009 at 8:06 PM
Ron D said…
(sigh) I always wanted green eyes. I always wanted red hair.

I always wanted...

(sigh)
August 13, 2009 at 8:11 PM
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