The feedback for the poem “Today Only One Face”

Wayne gratefully received many inquiries about this poem, so he assembled some of the feedback to help readers attain their own answers.

Article, statement, declaration….confine thinking, bolt minds inside a cage, reach a definitive consensus, strike a conclusion.

Poetry opens the cage, lets the birds of imagination fly into the clouds. Each bird encounters their own sunshine, winds, storms….shade, colors…..and along the way, they paint and seize different pictures.

It seems, one thing a poet can do, in Wayne’s thinking, is to unlatch the rusty lock, and in reality, he is just one of the birds. Flying, flying; capturing his own personal fantasy….while other birds encounter their own visions.

Now, Wayne has permission to share the feedback from these dear readers who sent him their comments, and thought to share them with you while you may still remember the poem.

 

TEN FEEDBACK

Your voice and empathy speak for billions of us, white, black, yellow, brown in a year-long, endless struggle with the pandemic.

The earthlings are feeling tired and weary resulting insufficient sleep, prolonged mental stress from extended periods of anxiety. No matter who you are, young, old, and very old. Only one face appears with intense feelings of fatigue that engraves on everyone’s face like the persistence of memory in Salvador Dali work of surrealism.

We are understanding that hope has arrived at last by seeing light through the tunnel. But nobody is certain about how long is the tunnel– another light year?

Only through our inner eyes, we can examine the subconscious world and delve into the depths of human psychology. By observing many faces in a long journey, the readers can explore what lies beneath the human face in a stressful, desperate time. People need perspective and perspective brings hope.

G.K. (Georgia)

 

Your poem reminds me of the many faces of our frozen city, so many freezing, cold, worried right now…

N.S. (Texas)

 

I read your poem out loud and especially enjoyed its cadence.  My favorite part is the line about the toothbrush.

V.L. (Wisconsin)

 

Those words sent chills down my spine.  Never realized all the blurry pictures could become clear.  Very powerful.

J.C. (California)

 

You have dug deep, and have returned to the surface through your taproot to manifest the experience in words.

C.H. (Washington)

 

11/3/2020, election date? One face, one vote?

J.N. (California)

 

Amen!  I believe it.

2 Corinthians, 3:18

“But we all with unveiled face, beholding and reflecting like a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, even as from the Lord Spirit.”

Yes！ Today only one face – His and His Glory.

D.W. (Missouri)

 

Q: How many faces?

A: Ask Facebook.

Q: But Facebook does not know how many faces in each one of us.

A: Well, ask yourself.

H.D. (California)

 

Q: How many? How many more? Face? Boat?

A: If every grain of sand embedded in Ganges riverbed is a galaxy, how many galaxy in the universe?

Q: How do I know?

A: Ask Buddha or read Diamond Sutra.

W.D. (California)

 

“In the silence, conscience speaks out. Something in the throat.” The idea of speaking one’s conscience is powerful. Reading these lines made my throat catch, as if I had something difficult to say.

“Many voices, many colors, /many ages, many faces. /It has been a long journey. /Today, only one face.”

These last lines are so beautiful, both the meaning and the rhythm.

J.R. (California)