Out The WindowA Poem by Drifting BlueA poem by my 13 year old daughter Lauren. Dad's very proud.
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 BlueFeatured Review
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9 Reviews Added on August 25, 2008 Last Updated on August 25, 2008 AuthorDrifting BlueBad Lands, NCAboutPoet, 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..Writing
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