All Comments on 'Handprints On Plexiglass'

how it feels to be on the "wrong" side of the plexiglass,( but is there really a right side?) the dirty, tearstained windows, leaving the marks of wishes and whys all over the outside, the side you cant reach to comfort and you cant even wipe the smears away so they are left for the next visitors,and the tears and aches just build up until janitorial comes along and takes them all away... this is so touching, a wonderful exposure of feeling, really raw and sad, :hugs:

only thing I see, that made me wonder, is there a word missing from this part? maybe a have right before ever?

Closer than you ever been before

to my ear, please

sing it ring it say it all

right now.

and sorrow and pain.

A very moving piece.

and this:

~How many times

will you cry my name,

and watch my face

cry yours?

Just a wingbeat

an eternity away. ~

Is poem in itself.

beautiful work

Glad to see you back

Beautiful and heart-wrending, Randi.

This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>

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