Windows

 

 

 

 

Windows

 

 

Windows only let us see

What doorways block from view

It doesn’t matter much to me

If what I see is you

 

Shutters locked to fend the cold

As winter winds now chill

Memories you can’t unfold

In knots to try your will

 

Teddy bears and butterflies

Upon your table sit

Beauty framed in sorrowed sighs

In moments felt to quit

 

Loneliness it seems your friend

Perhaps it just might be

Though if the darkness does offend

I hope you think of me

 

And if the frosted panes incite

Clouded thoughts to flow

And daylight brings the darkest nights

I just want you to know

 

Windows only let us see

What doorways block from view

It doesn’t matter much to me

If what I see is you

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Hiding behind a veil from the world real. Keep the vulnerability at bay. Closing the doors and window shutters as to keep oneself protected but sometimes we have to open up in order to experience love and joy. I love the "windows" in this piece. To me it say like who you are completely.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend. I do write from somewhere deep inside...I have to open those windows every now and again.

[Poetic Beauty]

I think we all try to protect ourselves from hurt at different times in our lives or one reason or another.

[Blue]

The repetition of the first stanza in the end has a dramatic effect. Beautifully penned as always, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Blue.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Now this is my beloved Jack, a well constructed and clear message, well done, good read.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Thomas...yep, that Jack still hangs around here as well. :)

[Mark]

Very nice construction. It flows beautifully.

[Jack...]

Thanks Mark.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Great write, Jack and not a topic I encounter offer, very refreshing.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[Justine]

I used to write about the symbolism of windows and they always remind me of a different way to view things or an alternative route to one's heart or an escape. From your poem, I see the window as perhaps an opportunity to remain in contact with someone or something that is now inaccessible for whatever reason ("doorways block from view"). When I re-read, it took me to a place of the window doesn't give a complete story. It's a beautiful write but sad. JJ

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. Indeed it is meant to be sad with a dash of hope and huge helping of love.

[Rita L. Sev]

Such sweet and loving images, Jack. Through that window, so many gems to see, but all pale in comparison to love...

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my sweet friend.

[kublakhan27]

These are the kinds of thoughts that swirl around in my mind in the midst of a snowy night, and living where I do, there are lots of those. This piece actually reminds me of one of my favourite poems, Frost At Midnight...lovely work as always Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. I appreciate you stopping by.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

This is so sweet and full of emotion!
Nicely written, Jack.
Thanks for sharing.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Josie. I appreciate your kindness.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

You are welcome.