Window
By Mollie [last name omitted]
Window
Look
past
Panes. See
day
night
soul. You? Me?
Trees
of everything.
Leaves
slipping, letting
go a hello.
It falls in
the gutter.
It weeps for
a moment
and soon
it melts
into
the road.
Window
Look
through
glass.
You know
it’s there.
So ignore, go home eat watch TV forget and be.
Forget - deny - that
it’s glass
Not paint,
because you know it’s there.
But so do I.
And glass can be cleaned.
So look
through glass.
see
unborn smiles
holding
hands
with tired
pinched
eyes.
Of a child.
Lips cracked as
a desert sun,
beseech
ing
clouds
for
water.
See pink blue purple red green…rainbow, with peaces
turning her back
and
catching
the rays
of lights
from unborn smiles pinched eyes cracked lips…who are
searching YOU
for being.
Look
at light, don’t
squint.
See how
she
caresses
leaftops
and
lake ripples
and
snow meadows
gently.
see how
magnificent,
she.
Long for her to
stroke
you too,
For she cannot reach you
through glass panes screen frame.
Open
Window,
Where
I’m
Not
Defeated yet,
Or
Will be ever.
But light goes down crows swoop clouds cover then breeze changes and
Out your window
no trees leaves unborn smiles eyes pinched lips cracked beseeching clouds…
No longer beseeching clouds…
Since you
were
too
Late.
So
pull back
that hello before
it reaches the gutter
and cradle it in
your arms before
shouting out the world that,
“HELLO!”
And the mist
from that Hello
wipes off grime
on
his, her, their, my, and YOUR
window
so that
light can be seen coming.
And
link arms with
smiles, sparkling
eyes, stretched
lips, and
rosy cheeks to
Look past those pains
Through that glass
and
Open
That
Window.
I'm sorry about the length. That's always been an issue of mine... Anyway, overall, the poem is about not letting opportunities, specifically to help others, slip by. In the simplest terms. It's also about just opening your eyes to the real world around you and excepting that only a window separates you from the problems...or the joy, whatever it be. You've got to really look through the window and observe, and understand, and finally, when you're ready to feel the breeze, whether it be cold or warm, to open it up. And to not let that "hello" slip into the gutter. Have you ever walked by somebody in the hall, somebody you know, maybe by name or even just face, and a hello is on your lips, just about to break free...but you walk on by, silent, and it's as if there's something connecting you with that person, that person walking down the hall, because that hello was lost between you?
Well, that's what the hello part was about.
As I said, every word has symbolism, excepting those like "the" or "and." I wrote notes about the interpretations next to the poem in my notebook, but there are way too many to describe here.
I just looked out the window behind me to see an orange and white tabby cat perched on our porch rail. Not our cat. Just a frequent visitor. And there's something amazing about the fact that he's only a few feet away from me, living and breathing and seeing and smelling and moving, slinking across the rail, but I feel as if we're in different worlds. He probably doesn't even know I'm here. All because of a window.
It's crazy to think that a piece of glass can separate two beings so completely. A little scary, actually.
[Originally, I had the next post in the same post as this, but because the poem is so long and, I feel, deserving of attention, I wanted it to stand for itself.]
Thanks.
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