Windows to nothing

Windows to nothing

 

 

Seeing things that aren't there

Doesn't make them there.

 

You see I have two,

Blue

Big-blue

Baby-blue

Baby-blue big bay-doors

That open out onto

A dried up floodplain.

 

You see my eyes are stone

Glazed, and reflective -

Any soul you see

Is really just your own.

 

You got jipped, hun

This ain't no beach house

There ain't no depth, only

Dried-up, ruined earth

Ruined dirt, ruined dust.

 

The dust that stirs,

That itches - the dust itches

And when I sneeze dust pours

Out from my eyes, and onto the table

Unnoticed, where I wipe it with my sleeve

And off, onto the floor

Even as you turn to me and say:

"Oh your eyes! Your eyes I just adore!"

 

.AG

 

Reviews

[Jane Doe]

I can so relate to this poem. I feel the same way sometimes. I especially liked this stanza:

'You see my eyes are stone

Glazed, and reflective -

Any soul you see

Is really just your own.'


It is a beautiful piece, thanks for sharing!