Thursday 23 June 2011

THE WINDOW CRIED

I so need to paint

and lose my soul in painting,

the canvas blank

paint leaving a trail.

An awareness of the picture

in my mind that

has no existence outside,

not memories but yet something earlier.

Doorway to forever opens

revealing fleeting happiness

painted forever.  

No-one saw me leave I stepped sideways,

leaving behind a moment in my life,

the distant future a certainty.

Real and unreal slid together as one

there but apart somewhere in the distance.

The reflection in the window I couldn't see past it

just out of reach, something unknown.

The window cried for me.

A woman with a tired frail face

stared back at me.

I wonder why she looks so tired

detached on the outside looking in.

Infiniteness of infinity and beyond.

I remember so clearly a walk long ago

with the fresh smell of pine.

Around me

a knot in the pine frame

weeps.

5 comments:

  1. A truly wonderful poem. I am glad I came upon this today!

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  2. Thank you both for your comments...I am glad you appreciated the poem!

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  3. oh dear the knot in the pine frame i~ weeps is so clever in ending and has beez with tears in eyes too ooow you .. know how to make a reader squiggle in her chair! this is really very beautiful to read and so original in the theme you choose to base your story around The window cries so so deep within internal yet allowing people inside the person and to the also see what the person sees outside of themselves in feelings physical thing etc its very very clever how you have placed al of this together so its not confusing for the reader ..unlike my long narratives amazing piece of writing gen really wild :*) always beez x

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  4. Thank you for your comments David Schneider and beezknez.

    I was looking at the reflection of myself in a window on a railway carriage and it was raining outside and I began to wonder about reflections...it was years later before this poem developed though.

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