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Will you help me

Clean the windows

 

The

Light

Is just

Not getting

Through

 

And I

Can see me

Looking back out

At me

In all

Of that

Grime

That

Has collected

In time

 

And

 

Then

Walk our

Dog

 

Could we

Do that

Together

 

Will you help me

Cook

 

And clean

 

Will you travel with me

And marvel

With me

 

Or

 

Having me

Will you walk

 

In your direction

 

Tearing my

Soul

As you part

Indifferent

Cold

 

To ramble

And scratch

Out

Your

Path

 

Smelling

All the lures

 

But  mine???

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Strong evocation of how time grimes the windows of our heart n soul. I don't know if there is much we can do about the way life quietly and silently dims our outlook. But if we are to restore some of our life vision the first step is to realise just how begrim'ed those windows are. Once we realise that then we can go about restoring things. We may never get back to how things looked before, but then do we want to? All that we need is for our present vision to be clear methinks. The hardest words in this lean poem -- the leaness of which perhaps symbolises the mood behind it -- are 'indifferent cold'. They are hard words indeed.