Windows

I'm writing no poem
about the windows to souls
nor about eyes likened
to such metaphor.

But of one that opens
when a door closes,
to let in or let out
your own wishes.

I'm writing not of
the architectural designs
that open the eyes to
the beauty outside.

But of the inner desire
to seek the truth
one that is sought
with compassion.

I'm writing neither
of the glass sheet wall
most quadrilateral
or some other.

But of the transparency
the strength to tell
of the emotions within
with honesty.

Reviews

[Quattro Hall]

I liked the simple quality this has. when using an object to describe emotions can be a challenge. so you took a side by side approach. which I think you did well.
at lest that what I read.

[Toni]

I love how you can switch to something comical to something totally heartfelt.
I really, really loved this one (:

[Monster ^.^]

Hahaha thanks :) you should try doing that too :)

[Toni]

I've been trying to expand my writing world, hehe.
:)

[Monster ^.^]

Good to know that :D

[Toni]

:D