it is my window
their doorway to existence
the birds come and go!
...........................
the hopes of watching
my favorite star tonight
dashed through a window!
.................................
every moment counts
now the miner's only hope
light through a window!
..................
shine through a window
or come with bag and baggage
enter, exit, thoughts!
............................
feel the opera
the colors,twitters,scents dance
why close the window?
........................
the only window
in his six by six cellar
is a lively mind!
........................../original/zg
Each window causes me to pause with thought.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition of the word "window" turns this sequence into a chant of sorts. The lines in the first stanza, "it is my window/their doorway..." had the effect of making me think of how the subject-object relationship in each one blends.
ReplyDeleteI really like the rhythm between these small poems. They propel the reader across the gaps and to the end. Nice writing.
ReplyDeletei agree with what sandy said...it is like a chant. each alone is lovely & together they are quite enchanting.
ReplyDeleteIt forces one to realize that one's perspective completely changes the view.
ReplyDeleteThe last window is my favourite.
ReplyDeleteI like the last one best...
ReplyDeleteI enjoy bird watching, so choose your first poem as my favorite. :)
ReplyDeleteNice rhyme.I agree with Sandy, It does sound like a chant.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
That is so cool!
ReplyDeletea world of windows... thank you for the view...
ReplyDeleteSo many windows for me to peek through. I hope you don't mind if I enjoyed them all.
ReplyDelete..Huge Thanks To All Of U..
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