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.
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
|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,
|Reviewed by Pierre Ortega
|This is a unique and interesting "innervision" I agree with your Mom,
There is great tenderness in this write.
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|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.