The Open Window

when the door closed,

my golden dreams floated

out the open window

i forgot to shut


a small detail, neglected

in the day to day trivials of

grocery shopping

and

poem writing

and

laundry folding


such a

tiny

thoughtless thing

to have done,

inconsequential in its seeming



such a simple

small

thing


and having done it,

the dream

my dream

OUR dream


has fled...

and i don't know

when

or if

or how

it will return


but then


i wasn't the one who left

now was i?

Reviews

[R J Askew]

grocery shopping/poem writing/laundry folding ... I like the way poetry takes its place in the scheme of things here ... yes it is mundane in some ways and yet it is also a vital part of our lives, though we might be surprised to learn it ... but imagine if life was just grocery shopping/alundry folding. Of course the poem is about a bigger issue. I believe some people open a window in a room where someone has died. But here you didn't want the soul of the relationship to escape. The image of you being left there waiting is poignant. And there is a nice little sting in the tail.

[Periac]

and having done it,
the dream
my dream
OUR dream

sometimes we cannot push the unwilling through the open door....responsibility is a tough pill to swallow....
very strong write indeed....as I have sat in the chair trying to be pushed out that door

[bluessadmood]

This is so lovely ,how you capture all feelings and senses with your words
they talk like whispers,i heard some sadness in their voice..
they told how dreams just floated when everything was closed
you were busy with day to day trivials,grocery and poems
the dreams ,yours his ours just fled but how or when
who could tell how or will they ever return
and no I dont ever think you were the one who left
God how I love the way you paint your pictures..so unique,bravo..
lovely write..