from my window…

from my window
i see a world
you do not see
i see madmen
in the street
selling candy-coated nightmares
on corporate auction blocks
for the mere price of your soul
and hear the sounds
streaming from city streets
that go unheard
when children cry
in the night
with parental fright
praying for morning’s light
to embrace the sight
of an unlocked door
into a world most fear
you did not hear
the shallow breaths of fear
throughout the night
reverberating
like waves of tears
an unwanted
endowment
nor did you feel
the touch of love
that a poet knows
sometimes in dreams
sometimes savored
on passion’s bed
in a candle lit room
a love
you
have always
sought
and
have not
found

 

My friend Toni Cross has presented another challenge photograph for me, but his one is very special since it is a photograph of her…how does one poet begin to capture even a fragment of another poet’s spirit within the lines of a poem?  Not sure that I have an answer…but here is my attempt to convey a some small portion of the spirit that I have seen in her writing.  I hope that she will approve of what I have attempted.

22 thoughts on “from my window…

  1. Maybe we really need to have many more windows! But wait.. that means we could be allowing ourselves to witness more madness! Oh my my!! What’s this world coming to!?!??!?

    Well done, my friend…

  2. The palpable fear… and the free mind – a look at ourselves and we know what we do not want to know…
    As evil grapss the shallowness of life, it is upon us to be strong and muster all bits if strength and look directly at it in the eyes.

  3. Pingback: from my window… (via Read Between the Minds) « The Wisdom of Gavroche

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