Windows show the world...

Refelcting on loss

Windows show the world…

 

 

Windows show the world…

Beyond this pane of glass sits my imagination,

well beyond the reflection that greets me

A smiling face perhaps, a somber frown at times,

this transparent image

like a soldier, guards my thoughts

and holds my dreams captive

 

 

I can see the chest rise and lower

as breaths escape the figure telling me

it lives, at least for this moment

Still the worry of loss fights through the ghost-like outline

invading my soul,

pulling and pushing on my heart,

leaving me exhausted as my mind sails to the silhouette ahead

 

 

Two ships, why do they always pass,

why is it always at night,

when faces are obscured and merely shadows

of a dancing moon

Ripples of friendship, waves of anguish wake,

not knowing the set course or the boundaries of love,

reaching for the anchor…much too late

 

 

Currents swiftly dispatch the emotions,

wash away the feelings in salt water swells

Sails are hoisted, memories are swabbed,

clean as a whistle,

melodic and sad for the song

sinks slowly into the mist

only to be swallowed by the sea

 

 

Still, here I sit, gazing at this clear protection

finding not sea worthy vessels, but street lights call

and morning suns rise

to eliminate my reflection

as fingers type in the realization

that beyond this glass sits nothing,

for once again I am alone

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

This is beautiful and sad. There are times in the bright light of day that things feel worse not better. You've created angst ridden imagery that allows the reader to feel the pain in this.

[Jack...]

Anne, we all feel pain and sometimes writing about it helps...sometimes.

[icelandicblue]

Oh I know Jack, I am sorry for your pain.

[Kristin Lee]

Windows are the eyes of the soul...or so they say. This piece was tinged with sadness, thus the note about reflecting loss. But in sorrow there is too beauty. It was beautifully penned. Each verse flowed so naturally like water reflecting off the glass. Or tears.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Kristen. Nice to see you again.

[Angel]

You have peeked into my very soul... Oh, how often at night I have sat alone, staring at my reflection in the darkened glass...wondering...wishing...
But then, reality hits. My little dog tugs at my nightgown, and I gather him up in my arms, and wearily, we head for bed...
*sigh*

Beautiful, sad write, Darling Jack...

[Jack...]

Thanks you so much sweet Angel. You have once again fashioned my smile with your kind words.

[TL Boehm]

The first thought after I read this was "aww" which though heartfelt doesn't make a good review. So, the thing that gets me when I read this is that dual metaphor - both the reflection in the glass and the ship. My brain does that too - sometimes it makes for clunky or confusing work but in this case - it transitions easily between the two and reinforces the feeling of introspection and loss in the poem. Beautiful and sad.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Tammy. I often sit here early in the morning and see my reflection in the window and try and look through it to see what I would really rather be seeing. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. I truly appreciate you.

[shallimarRose]

"Two ships, why do they always pass,
why is it always at night,
when faces are obscured and merely shadows
of a dancing moon
Ripples of friendship, waves of anguish wake,
not knowing the set course or the boundaries of love,
reaching for the anchor…much too late"

Metaphor and imagery in this piece are excellent.
Two ships passing in the night and once again I am alone.. Like a sad slow love song I want to dance to in someones arms on a balmy day.. Shelving this one in my favorites.. xoxo

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my good friend. Your comments are my smiles.

[shallimarRose]

You are so very welcome Jack.. I love reading you... xoxo

[Cassie]

This is sad. Being a lone is bad and you depicted this well in your poem. I want to read one of yours when you are happy and not alone any more.

[Jack...]

Thanks Cassie, I'll see if I can accommodate that request. :)

[Keith]

That is an amazing poem, great vision of one peering through their own half reflected image.

[Jack...]

Thanks Keith, I am glad you enjoyed it.

[prachi prangya agasti]

a deep and rich with feelings and beautifully portrayed this write... was like feeling those things while reading....

[Jack...]

You humble me with your words. Thank you so much.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A very deeply sad and reflective poem. Literally reflective. I held the image of the protagonist by the window at night staring out, sleepless and tortured and alone.

[Jack...]

Thanks John. I always enjoy you stopping by.

[redflutterby]

I've felt like this many times...just remember we can be surrounded with friends and loved ones but still feel completely alone. Its all about perspective jack...great poem.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Red, indeed you are right, it is all in how we perceive things.