WINDOWS WITH DANCING SOULS

So many sit on the shelf
like relics of another age
far removed and over-exposed

treasures now covered in dust
life no longer measured in breaths
only windows with dancing souls

in the beckoning light
cries an echo just beyond
the listening ear, where the eyes
close and whispers taunt the
imagination...

like movie reels in the
darkest rooms.
 

Reviews

[Anne Timmins]

This is wonderfully written as usual. I love your attention to detail. Great poem

[Rene Velez]

Thank you Anne

[Mary Bosworth]

I love the free spirit of this, it tickles every nerve in me, you write so beautifully. So nice to find you here Rene! missed your work.

[Rene Velez]

Thanks Mary

[Beccy]

For me, as I progress through each line, there is a burgeoning sadness that seeps into the very soul. But the beauty of the writing somehow transcends that sadness, the sense of being discarded and no longer being of any use, that comes across so strongly in this excellent poem.

'like movie reels in the
darkest room,' those few, perfectly chosen words set the seal on a poem that truly captivated me

Beccy.

PS. Hope I haven't gone on too much, but sometimes I like a poem so much, (though not that often,) I do get a bit carried away

[Rene Velez]

No you did not, it was a wonderful comment, thank you Beccy.

[Susan Beth Horvath]

Incredibly heart-touching! .....Your writing is phenomenal

[Rene Velez]

Thanks Susan