I read this over and over....it was like looking in a mirror instead of througha window! Axilea, I saw where you reviewed my poem about two years ago...thanks. I just put the poem on here and then forgot about it. The other night a friend said she saw me on here, and so I finally read your review...better late than never?
Blessings,
Deb

Ireally enjoyed this poem- beautifully written- see you live in Brussels and are born in Istanbul- and your write in english the same as I do, though Dutch speaking- and then we meet on an American site- it does has become a small world!

The dreary, dreamy wording gives feelings of that which is slowly drying and decaying in contrast to the fickle nature of flame and fire. Enjoyed the mood and word flow.

Revelations through the glass. There is truly a melding of matter and spirit in attending to seemingly mundane tasks(or writing). Its as if for the heart to hear the hands must move. Does the movement allow for meditation, a trance of sorts? Here's to rebirth. Have a lovely year, Axilea...Lin

Axilea, I came here to your page to see why I wasn't getting notifications of your postings, but lo and behold, you haven't written a poem since this one. And for some reason I missed this one...
Your poetry is always so open and honest and speaks to my soul.

I too find clarity all the time.
Hope all is great in your world, and may the blessings of the Universe
enlighten your being.
Happy New Year,
Amber "V"

Powerfully symbolic and open to deeply meaningful interpretation; thank you, Axilea. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Absolutely fantastic! xOx 'Pea' xOx

I like the feeling of revelation, searching, and discovery. Nicely done. You writes go beyond the surface.
Sheila

The longing is here at the window. The forlorned heart is always pining for its loss. This is beautiful.
Blessings and love,
Susan

A little yearning, hope and clarity and reality done so smoothly. Liz

Life, clearly expressed.

Ron

I feel the window's pain(pane) - but see her emerging with clarity - beautiful, Axilea. Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

I like the little subliminal notations that sort of stitch the imagery to new insight. It's a perfect match for the apostle Paul's words pertaining to charity and clarity, "For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known." (1 Cor 13: 12)

And, on the lighter side, here's this image conjured up in my brain:
She, blowing glass bubbles from her mouth, perfectly round and pink, larger and larger go the bubbles, and form a perfect, comic-strip cartoon of rounded thoughts. The words she is thinking form in the bubbles, and when the bubbles burst, her thoughts shoot out into space in all directions like fireworks, and then hurl to the ground-- a stabbing rain shower of words and slivers of glass--

--I guess we better watch what we're thinking! OUCH! --Charlie

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Axilea,
The looking and longing are in the phrasing - deft, poignant - the reflections inward and mental. Very fine.

John

Wonderful title, Axilea. I am drawn to the metaphor here - drawn to the idea of transparent pane (pain) - looking at, looking through, examining, reflecting. Windows - portals to somewhere else.

Very well presented and smooth to read with just a hint of sad longing.
Well done.
fee