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THE WINDOW

Contributed by Joseph_Josephides on Friday, 15th September 2006 @ 01:01:25 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Stretch your hand and open the window,

maybe a sunbeam drops in,
in a zigzag way, by reflection,
maybe a star, promising a change.

Open the window,

perhaps a person in rush drops a glance inside,
a beauty girl sprinkled by the rain,
a shallow mother which lost its baby.

Open the window,

maybe the ball of the children shows up
their voice perhaps climbs up
a bending branch, a kitten.

Open the window,

even if a wave of dust, of hail, invades,
a shadow or its shadow, two shadows in one,
or even a shadow shading another.

Open the window,

even if the city fell asleep,
even if the city passed away,
even if there is no sign which of the two.

Stretch your hand and open for us the window .

In its place there will be a painting
hanged, speechless staring at us.
At least it will fill our empty wall.



poet: Joseph Josephides
country: Cyprus (EU)




Copyright © Joseph_Josephides ... [ 2006-09-15 13:01:25]
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Re: THE WINDOW (User Rating: 1 )
by Light_to_your_Darkness on Friday, 15th September 2006 @ 01:46:42 PM AEST
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that was amazing and beautiful. I like the way you wrote it and I like how it makes you stop and think.


Re: THE WINDOW (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Friday, 15th September 2006 @ 03:12:13 PM AEST
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Wow, I like this.

I love how it makes the reader wonder what the writer is thinkng.

I think the repetition works well. And the ending is fabulous.

Great write,
Phil xxx


Re: THE WINDOW (User Rating: 1 )
by Harimitsu on Friday, 15th September 2006 @ 03:22:39 PM AEST
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It is very metaphorical and twinges the stings of the mind in a thoughtful approach. The imagery left to the imagination is just like the picture in the poem, "speechless staring at us." Captivating, wonderfully captivating.




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