Out of a window we can see many things. A glossy, white, crisp winters morning, to a gaunt, dark, intimidating Falls night. We can also see a friend approaching the door, to embrace you or ask you for a favor. Or an ex-girlfriend clutching an axe, waiting for you to come out of your haven. A window can be many things. A inlet to your perfect future. An opening to your selfconcious. A refection of your once self, or even an escape route (from the ex, of course.) so the next time your next to a window, ask your self, what do I see.
Just as the eyes are the windows to the soul. The window that we gaze from is the view of how emotionally we may be seeing the world at that moment. It is amazing that you can be standing there and so lost in thougt that the whole scene tranverses to what the mind is now viewing. You opened the window and let your thoughts waft out to share with us. Thank you for the inspiring view. But maybe you should speak with Lizzie Borden before she takes that axe to your door and creates a picture window for the outside world to view all the carnage she has created in her pursuit of your head. You did a great job. See how your window inspired my imagination.
retrospectively thinking back to what i read in this piece, i must point out that i do remember clearly what i read. that actually is a feat that few people can accomplish, because after reading a poem, some people have no clue what they've just read. and the surprising thing is, it has nothing to do with the length of the piece, but instead how flawless the word choice is, how immaculate the diction is, and how ardent the emotions behind the words are. in this case, all three necessary factors for a memorable piece were accomplished. a truly remarkable feat :) i'm glad to have read it :D
That's amazing! I see many things through my window, the past, the could-be's, and most importantly the things I love whether they be friends and family or the nature I fell in love with. You're right, a window can be a lot of things. Wonderful write! :)
Just as the eyes are the windows to the soul. The window that we gaze from is the view of how emotionally we may be seeing the world at that moment. It is amazing that you can be standing there and so lost in thougt that the whole scene tranverses to what the mind is now viewing. You opened the window and let your thoughts waft out to share with us. Thank you for the inspiring view. But maybe you should speak with Lizzie Borden before she takes that axe to your door and creates a picture window for the outside world to view all the carnage she has created in her pursuit of your head. You did a great job. See how your window inspired my imagination.
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