Tags
1979, 2015, connection, eyes, faces, hearing, lifetimes, mauve, night, others, people, silence, talking, walls, white, windows
mauve
night
people
talking
white
walls
when
through
the tall
windows
a single
golden
howl blew
silently
outside
no one
heard but
everyone
turned to
recognise
the call in
common
from all
our various
lives and
back to each
others’ faces
and eyes
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eyes wormhole: ‘from under the awning …’
faces wormhole: the Conqueror
lifetimes & walls wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
mauve wormhole: gre[wh]y / has Daddy left us?
night wormhole: for goodness’ sake
others wormhole: recovered
silence wormhole: my life / of others
talking wormhole: dream 230315
white wormhole: three musicians
windows wormhole: 1963
mlewisredford 
I love it. It can’t be easy to fit this form of the doubled lines into a poem that works, but did. I like the idea of shared recognition coming from something sort of beyond the senses.
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… but nevertheless shared intimately, if we but recognised it; thank you for reading into it
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..and leaving out words in my comment, oh well. That’s one of the poet’s tasks, no? Revealing intimacy where one might have missed it otherwise.
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I live the simplicity of the form, the short words … and how it contrasts with the complexity of the last few stanzas: the shared recognition of the common thread of humanity, of human existence – past/present.
Well done.
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yes, yes; thank you
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