Looking Out My Window

taking time to look out the window with deep thoughts

Looking Out My Window
by Robert Wise



Looking out my window... I watch the storm rising in the distance
the roll of thunder... the flash of lightning
I think of us... the words we speak... more powerful then the coming storm
it was once said... our tongue is like a rudder
able to guide the entire ship on it’s destined course of life
so often we use our tongue for harm
some times it is intended... often unknowing... still the words were spoken
once spoken... unable to be returned
spoken words of love... hate... building up.... tearing down
the deadliest weapon that has ever existed
words
giving life... bringing death... peels of laughter... heartache of sorrow
we do our best to dress up, look our best
when the perhaps it’s the words we speak that needs the dressing up
people forgive us if we don’t look our best
but our words once spoken... are not soon forgotten... not buried
they, even in jest, take root
like a vine they grow, choking out life, blocking the sun
the storm grows closer
I hear clearly the thunder, the electric sizzle of the lightning
words
words make us a skilled orator or poison from a demonic entity
no single thing affects like words
emancipation, freedom, concentration camp horrors
broken hearts, healed souls
broken release of freedom, shackles of bondage... holding us down
the power to achieve... the prison of underachieving
bringing the music of life or the dirge of a funeral procession
 words of “wish I would have or I did”
words
it rains down upon me.

Reviews

[Finvarra]

thank you so much

[Desert Dreamer]

The power of words...I like the way you start out with the storm in the distance and then compare it to our many uses for words. I like your poem.