A gaze he had to meet

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even in this crowded room
it was the type of gaze that filled the air
between them,
it swerved the corners of reality
with tangibility –
he felt it’s whispers wrap the shoulders of his fears
and write a message in the atmosphere
for him to see
the invitation that she
painted there,
in silken threads of space
that she pulled and interlaced with gravity,
electricity,
a reveal of fortune-cookie
destiny,
until it was a gaze he had to meet

Image: Yayoi Kusama – Infinity mirrored room; A dot in the universe, Gleaming lights of the souls

91 thoughts on “A gaze he had to meet”

  2. Wow.
    You have NO IDEA how much this beauty resonated with me, honey.
    I loved every word you weaved (wove? Surely it’s wove? Can’t be arsed to Google it. Damn my grammar is slipping lol)
    I wrote a little scene once very similar to this. I’ll see if I can remember the title lol and send you a link!
    But enough about me.
    So I adored the part that begins with “even” and ends with “meet”. So the whole thing basically.

    One of my faves of yours, hands down
    🔥🔥💋

    (Promise I’ll catch up with anything I’ve missed of yours)

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    1. You are too lovely. Perhaps I have read the poem you are talking about and liked it so much I accidentally slipped it into my unconscious?? I’m sure that must happen sometimes. Anyway, please send me the link, would love to read it. So happy you enjoyed this, nothing like the Fiery stamp of approval 🔥💋💋💋

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      1. Unless you’ve been scouring my blog for really old posts, I doubt it lol. But I love the thought!
        I’ll send it in a mo. Hope you enjoy it
        Xx

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      3. If that is what dipping into your archives is like, then, this is what I will be doing… Fiery, yes, both started with a gaze, but where mine ended, yours continued in a delicious blaze of love and passion. It makes me wish my little story had kept going 😂. Thank you for sharing this!! 💕❤️

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    1. with gorgeous and vibrant imagery like these lines here that I like very much:
      “the invitation that she painted there,
      in silken threads of space
      that she pulled and interlaced with gravity,
      electricity,”

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  13. These lines are gold:

    “he felt it’s whispers wrap the shoulders of his fears
    and write a message in the atmosphere
    for him to see”

    The gaze of the encounter and the sense of fear one communicates within the atmosphere for anyone to see. Brilliantly well penned my friend. 🙂

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  15. The eyes is the gateway to the soul and this poem is the roadmap of explanation to that. One glance, one gaze is all it takes and that will shape ones story sometimes. This was a powerful tale of him having to see if that was the case, a tale of fate. This was wonderful.🌹

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    1. I love what you saw in this poem. You are so right, eyes are the gateway to the soul, and we can lose and find ourselves in someone’s eyes, you can feel so many things without even a touch or a word. A gaze can shape your fate, definitely.??

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  16. that gaze from that certain person can melt and mess with my head! I am afraid to linger, he could read my soul. oh this was so romantic, like falling in love with a distant star.

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  18. You know, you have the makings of a story here.

    Have you ever thought about writing a poem story? A friend of mine, the Author and play director of Sam’s Story: Dylan Martinsen, wrote the whole book in a series of short poems (which is funny because on the show he’s the first to make fun of poets). I feel like you could really do something like that because with poetry as beautiful as yours in a novel I know I would be hooked on every page trying to find the meaning of every everything.

    Also the protagonist of this poem reminds me of every time I scoped the high school dance floor for an invitation that would never come.

    Apparently you have to be fun and actually dance before girls and boys would want to dance with you… who knew?

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  19. A poem story….. starting with a gaze. I actually really like this idea, and probably have some poems that would fit it already!!!

    As for your highschool dance floor days… I can bet there was a someone who was sending you that gaze but you didn’t realise!!! Those days…. I don’t know whether to remember with a cringe or a sentimental sigh… Full of intensity both good and bad!

    Thank you for this Alexabswr. You truly have made my day today by leaving me such beautiful and inspiring comments on several of my posts. I probably have said before, but it’s like receiving a beautiful gift. Thank you, and happy everything, I mean really, everything, happy.

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    1. Honestly I can’t believe I missed so many of your posts! I’m glad to have a new schedule that keeps me looking around on at least one day a week.

      I really think you should try it- it would ba a fantastic read!

      Hah, what’s back then is best left back then- too much cringe for sure!

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  21. “the invitation that she painted there,
    in silken threads of space
    that she pulled and interlaced with gravity,
    electricity,
    a fortune-cookie destiny,
    until it was a gaze he had to meet”

    And there was no missed opportunity. This one really got me, Rachel. I loved it.

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    1. This is high praise Rob. I guess there could be missed opportunity, if she didn’t paint the picture clearly enough for him to see, or if he doubted the message he was receiving!!?

      So glad you liked it.

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  22. Oh, this poem is so superb, my dearest R. Somehow it hurts like most of your poems. Longing, electricity “until it was a gaze he had to meet”

    Before he meets her gaze:
    “he felt it’s whispers wrap the shoulders of his fears
    and write a message in the atmosphere
    for him to see
    the invitation that she painted there”.

    In the sky the fated meeting of two souls. Ah… so beautiful. I really got goosebumps when I read it.
    I miss reading you regularly, my dearest R. It will end soon.

    Love a hugs to you.

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  24. For me, your words remind me of the ancient Greek legend
    of Soul Mates.

    The sense of familiarity mixed with the excitement of discovery
    comes thru in their exchange.

    In the vast expanse of time, the two dots as unique elements
    wandering alone until they stepped thru the fabric of time at
    the same moment in ancient Greece visiting Magnesia on the
    Maeander.

    The poem brought these questions to my mind.

    Was this their first meeting or had they been here before
    coming in and out of togetherness over the eons?

    Are we still traveling to Magnesia or refusing to visit?

    Have you as an Author, found the essence that is the
    beginning of romance in so many of our life stories?

    I think the answer is Yes.

    Rosalinda and I have been together for 47 years and
    have encountered people who tell us about our journeys
    over several time frames and how we are Soul Mates.

    My reply often is:

    The best part is that we have no memories of our past
    lives together. And we are lucky, we still feel like Soul
    Mates and never became Cell Mates.

    I think I will go and develop a story about Soul Mates.
    Thank-you for reminding me about the people who
    tagged us Soul Mates.

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    1. This has to be one of the most beautiful comments I have ever received – on many levels. That someone who has been with their soul mate for 47 years is reminded of a Greek legend on soul mates by my poem – well, I could not be more honoured. You write so beautifully, and I will look forward to your story on soul mates. Thank you, so much!

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  27. This…… just, this. I have to echo the resounding response to this piece. It’s luscious and so well stated. I think we all vividly identify with that sensation, that glance. The line “it swerved the corners of reality” is ripe and furtive. Such a sensual trip. You’re so immensely talented.

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    1. This is a comment that truthfully makes my day and stands out – luscious has to be one of my favourite words so I am very happy about that. Plus, to hear such kind words from someone whose talent I admire so much. Well, day made. Thank you.

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  31. This poetry is so divinely beautiful. It is a moment in time where we can feel that strong connection between ourselves and another. We are pulled together by something we can’t even see, it is more of a strong sense that we feel that draws us towards one another. Impossible to pick a favorite line as they are all so beautifully written and flow so smoothly together. It is difficult to pick a favorite line as always however these lines took my breath.

    “It was the type of gaze that filled the air between them,
    it swerved the corners of reality with tangibility –
    he felt it’s whispers wrap the shoulders of his fears”

    Beautifully done Rachel,
    Love to you dear friend,
    Sending love, Joni

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I write from the corner of the world and from the corners of my mind. I'm Rachel, it was in my mind, and now it's out.