A ROOM OUTSIDE

A simplistic poem, yet striking, this work from Barbara Sarri, like nature as it occurs or is.

A poem that harks back to an ancient time, to ancestral beginnings, to the eyes of childlike humanity, to the kinship between Heaven and Earth, and to the link between thought and word.

A room of words, picked like bulbs, from hands of those who believe. Hands that, in an dawn appointment, hand over the key to open up even the wounds, inviting the reader to a Gioconda’s smile in which all remains immutable and perfect, even the wounds, picked through like a sunflower, petal after petal, such as in a game of life, a ‘yes’ and a ‘no’.
A room outside - and so - a frame of words, words like flowers, words like thoughts rained down from that ‘sky within’ that wants to come out.

And as it comes out it does so with that same smile, understanding the game, and perhaps, sometimes, in fear of surrendering itself to the storm. 

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