Passerby
by Mariah K Rowse
Monday, February 11, 2008
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Looking through the glass.
Staring at the passersby.
A look so uncertain caught my eye.
A flamed girl,
Being burned deep within. Alive.
The eyes shocked me,
And she seemed to be screaming,
But only tears fell on the outside.
Her hand pressed the glass,
And I felt as though there was no safe place to hide.
Silence spoke,
Time froze,
Even as the seconds flew by…
So I placed my hand where hers would’ve been,
If only she had come inside.
And I felt an immeasurable understanding of loss then,
From a beautiful passerby.
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
2/19/2008 |
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This is very effective poetry, Mariah. I can "feel" it and that's why I love it. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Pierre Ortega |
2/12/2008 |
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This is a unique and interesting "innervision" I agree with your Mom,
There is great tenderness in this write.
Pierre |
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| Reviewed by Susan de Vegter |
2/12/2008 |
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This is a beautiful inner look at someone who passes by. In many ways it reminds me of peopple I've met in the past as well.
Great tenderness in this poem Mariah.
Love,
Mom |
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