Tuesday, January 3, 2017

My Nose Pressed Against The Window Of Our Times Comments

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I see and hear blasts,
Loud and clear with casts,
On legs yelling cries last,
Spoken of in a year going out.
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Mj Lemon 08 January 2017

The new year as a window and also a mirror. This is a very thought provoking work. If we don't stop and notice the mirror, there is perhaps no opportunity for thought, introspection, self-reflection and learning. Could we be doomed and destined to commit the same errors if we look into the transparent glass and walk into the darkness? I think the acknowledgement of the dark unknown as hope and celestial healing is profound. A great poem, Sarah. Absolutely great.

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Sarah Mkhonza

Sarah Mkhonza

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