Out The Window

Out The Window

A Poem by Drifting Blue
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A poem by my 13 year old daughter Lauren. Dad's very proud.

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Out the Window
Youth grows green and hovers,
Under a ceiling fan,
That blows the covers, and note book paper, notes of wasted ink,
Out the window…..
Blank eyes,
Blank page,
Blank mind that stares at starlit sky,
Where dreams they flit, they float, they fly….
They lie
They lie…out the window.
 
Do you see where the green hill lies?
And where the carefree children play?
          Out the window, out the window
 
Wishes are only lies that make us want it more…
Want to be seen, want to be heard, want to be loved.
Out the window!
The rose petals fly,
                   No time goes by,
                                      With tomorrow.
Where is tomorrow? I’d like to know; when is he coming?
 
Youth stops growing, clocks stop ticking, everything has stopped….except,
What’s out the window.
Full mind,
Filled page,
Eyes read no vacancy, there is a book written now,
The words are in the walls, each letter in the mirror, speech on the lips…..
Nothing said, silence.
The Cheshire cat, he taunts, he plays, from outside the window.
He asks: why do you stay, locked inside?
Eyes widen with fear or wonder and….
With one long stride…..gone…..time moves on.
I’m out the window.
 
 
 

© 2008 Drifting Blue


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this reminded be of "through the Looking Glass" and would serve as a great opening for that story, should Carrol republish it. Indeed, I am very, very glad I read this, lovely metaphors and allusions crafted into it seamlessly. Wise beyond her years, so true, to write rhetoric like this! Masterful! Make sure she keeps writing!!!! Lovely work!

Posted 16 Years Ago


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This IS amazing! wow. I really loved it. Superb writing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Especially like with 'one long stride...gone... time moves on' Like the gentle rhyme here and higher up with sky, fly, lie...and the use of repetition...they, they, they...blank, blank, blank...and of course...the title in the poem itself. Great stuff! Lean writing, should read really well.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Stellar work, Lauren, you've a magical way with words. Keep up the splendid writes...

jkb

Posted 16 Years Ago


Beautiful, carefree and such a powerful message, Lauren. Well done....Carole

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Wonderful poem! Once I started reading it I understood why you would be so proud of her. Tell her to keep up the GREAT work!

Posted 16 Years Ago


aww!!!!!!

this is good!

I loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


this reminded be of "through the Looking Glass" and would serve as a great opening for that story, should Carrol republish it. Indeed, I am very, very glad I read this, lovely metaphors and allusions crafted into it seamlessly. Wise beyond her years, so true, to write rhetoric like this! Masterful! Make sure she keeps writing!!!! Lovely work!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Very good. Your daughter is a very talented little girl. keep encouraging her to continue onward with her ideas and words.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

MY dreams have come true ,as i float through windows, tommorrow is for my dreams to capture!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Drifting Blue
Drifting Blue

Bad Lands, NC



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Poet, Short Story writer. Insane. Little by little, we reveal everything. The itch is just too great to be anonymous. Who I am is what I write and vice versa. You'll see. Riding The Waterfall: The W.. more..

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