Through the Window With No Glass

Through The Window with No Glass

 

Through the window

with no glass,

Stares the poet,

with no pen,

On the chair

with no legs,

Near the door

with no hinge.

 

Through the window

with no glass,

Distant sound,

of laughter soars,

From memory –

– file A –

In the cabinet

with no drawers.

 

The sound level

never ceases,

As the value

– to the poet –

increases,

Taking the shape

of a pen.

Spilling ink

on the paper

of the poet.

 

And the words

flow again,

From the river

with no beginning,

In the countryside

of the poet’s mind,

Extending skyward

with no end.

 

Through the window

with sparkling glass,

Stares the poet

with new pen,

On the chair

with sturdy legs,

Near the door

with shiny brass hinges.

 

Now the laughter

is stored,

In the poet’s pocketful

of dreams,

To be pulled out

if the window

Loses its glass

once again…

 

And the beauty shines

in memory.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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