While Staring Out the Window

The rain comes, though only lightly;

Crying down my window panes.

“Run for cover!” I shout.

As people less fortunate than I

Get caught up in the cloudburst.

 

Sitting, I drink deep the sights that meet me.

Birds resting on their laurels among the vibrant foliage

Of my tree with hanging limbs laden with leaves and

Spanish mosses that dangle down low as if in an attempt to shake our hand.

 

I wonder aloud, “How many people have stared out from here?”

And I picture the names scrawled upon the desk where I rest my arm.

“Who were these men? What is a Hardee?  A Grant?  A Dee?

And most importantly, the question I ask is what then does this make me?”

 

I look down upon their names;

Written in pen. Scratched on, rather.

Irremovable and palpable.

“I too will leave a mark.  But, I want it palpable in the hearts of men.

Not just upon the surface of a desk in the corner of three thirty three,” I whisper quietly to myself before rising to the challenge.

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

Largest Database of ImagesFor Comments And Profiles at FreeCommentTags.com Another great write!

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

The tone of this poem sounds pretty timid and alone, yet the poem does display a bit of courage, especially at the end; the final stanza. I could just imagine your setting: a lonely and empty dorm, the silent rain, and the icy cold window in between... kind of like one of those really dramatic anime cartoons. Anyways, it sort of gave me a chill down my spine, seeing as I will be that same person looking out the window; I'm not social, but I know I'll be in same position; nervous, but willing to work. Thanks for posting.

Ironically Yours, -Blade and Blood

[Pema Dorje]

May you rise, Kenji Light with your lyrical pen, and write again and again ... with your eyes wide open seeing all the world and your Heart like a flag of courage unfurled, for all to see and rise with you, the real goal of writing true!

[Legacy]

Good Morning Kenji,

I enjoyed the way you question certain things, more fascinating though...

I look down upon their names;
Written in pen. Scratched on, rather.
Irremovable and palpable.
"I too will leave a mark. But, I want it palpable in the hearts of men.
Not just upon the surface of a desk in the corner of three thirty three," I whisper quietly to myself before rising to the challenge.

Outstanding and very inspirational Piece...

Plan on reading more...

Legacy
"Not only do I plan on leaving a legacy, I intend on living one� "

[A.M. Nelson]

Yeah this is nice, conveys well the excursion into new lands and territories, with those deep-set fears strongly shining through with your narrators voice. It's kind of personal but thematically is rich with those percieved feelings ...its us and them, and then the need to make a mark on this world...which is a nice sentiment- is delved into.
Nicely delivered piece with strong ties to the true self, fluid and woven with care.

[Marie]

This was really good. I loved the flow of it and the imagery.

[Rain]

I wish I knew more about you. I am at best a mediocre writer, but who has reached the top on writers and writings, but never believed it in my heart. Especially after reading your excellent work. I wanted to see new writers, it is always the same name. You can't possibly be new, There's just too much art in your words. I wish you were new, then I would feel like the man who discovered King Tut. You are a beautiful writer. Rain..

[Alia]

Oh, jeez. Its simplicity works so well with the very end of the poem...

Jeez jeez jeez.

There's something magical about this piece that I can't quite put my finger on... it's mysterious but it's there and can be felt by anyone who's felt the urge to rise. I'm sure of that.

There are a few parts that could probably be refined a little bit... maybe the uneven length of lines and maybe you could cut out a few excess words and be a little more direct... but you know, nothing big.

The sentiment and anthem of this poem are two things that make this shine.

Thanks for sharing.

Alia