14 June 2013

poetic pause :: windows

what do I know of another's life but through your door,
through your windowed threshold,
loomed with the thoughtless threads,
covering a barren land, full of forgotten intent.

I am forever a lone window lurker,
of self righteous peeping tom foolery out on a night's walk.
my heart the covet wanter, taking a gander,
dipping my eyes to your life lived better.

close up and stumbling, crushing the tulips planted
and pricked skin stung on thorned
rose bushes pushed apart.
whispering, a crashed tripping and crackled smattering.
with stung lips,
quiet lines cracked across a glass gate.

and the sweat of my hands, and misted breath are left there,
printed on your window pane.

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a very late response to the weekly foliophoto, with the lovelies at bedsidesign and raincoast creative salon

10 comments:

  1. WOW YOUR WRITING IS SO AWESOME! IT REMINDED ME OF THAT SCENE IN THE TIME TRAVELLERS WIFE! XXX

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    1. Jane! you are too much!
      I haven't seen the movie but I am headed to the library with my youngest to check out the book. I haven't read it yet!
      thanks for sweet comment. xxoo

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  2. So beautiful. Sending you warm blessings of joy and peace from across the world.

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  3. I always want to read your poetry out loud, to really savor the language. Your words just beg to be spoken.

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  4. i loved this!

    my thoughts went to my childhood
    driving with my parents
    staring into the windows of houses we past by.

    i am forever a lone window lurker - too.

    : )

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    1. Thanks so Becky for your sweet comment! xo

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