The glance
The sentences are tired,
abused.
they are broken by the noises
around,
they hit the walls and slip down
You stare at me,
and silence turns into flowing
of bright explosion
The words are now comprehensible
and they touch me
like petals taken from a red new rose,
they run over me
like the flow of a mountain stream,
and the bickering of fire when in silence are heard.
the glance
the glance
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Dear Sandra ~
Your first two lines, so effective and true with regard to conflict, opened the door for me:
Your last lines speak to the beauty of reconciliation:
You have chosen for your signature more words of Rumi's that I love. They are also on one of the two tapes I'll be sending Diane. Might you be interested in receiving copies, too? I really feel you'll like the sincerity in Coleman's voice when he reads them. Simply reading them, I can hear him clear as a bell.
Steven ~ If you're around, might you also be interested? If you don't answer, I'll ask you in the other section.
Thank you, Sandra, for writing and placing your poem here. I was really in the mood and state of mind for reading something like this.
~ Lizzy
Your first two lines, so effective and true with regard to conflict, opened the door for me:
You write so beautifully, so viscerally.The sentences are tired,
abused.
Your last lines speak to the beauty of reconciliation:
Of these final lines, the most poignant and tender for me:The words are now comprehensible
and they touch me
like petals taken from a red new rose,
they run over me
like the flow of a mountain stream,
and the bickering of fire when in silence are heard.
The words are now comprehensible
and they touch me
like petals taken from a red new rose,
You have chosen for your signature more words of Rumi's that I love. They are also on one of the two tapes I'll be sending Diane. Might you be interested in receiving copies, too? I really feel you'll like the sincerity in Coleman's voice when he reads them. Simply reading them, I can hear him clear as a bell.
Steven ~ If you're around, might you also be interested? If you don't answer, I'll ask you in the other section.
Thank you, Sandra, for writing and placing your poem here. I was really in the mood and state of mind for reading something like this.
~ Lizzy
Yes, I do, Sandra. It eliminates the confusion of the meanings of the two words 'fighting' each other, and now I can easily follow the course of events, and your description of how the power of a stare, at a time like that, can create really beautiful results. I like it even better now 
.
You're welcome
.
~ Lizzy
.You're welcome
.~ Lizzy