The Window.

A look at the mundane and the surreal.

A stare to space is never coutning thoughts in ones mind,

No hidden purpose lurks behind the ever moist windows,

Sometimes you really are looking at glass cups so dirty,

A carton of milk half empty, half full, stewing as it grows.

 

Butter tubs of yellow and blue smell putrid to the nose,

The steel altar where dishes drain luke warm now serves,

Clinking jars splutter jams in droves to sweet to taste,

Broken painst sprawled across tibers to old with curves.

 

Cleaning liquid sits tall with pride as a man stands over children,

Plastic hides in every corner of home and room and life,

Your widows get wet again and again and again in seconds,

Chained to hollow thoughts and minds now twisted in strife.

Author's Note

Honesty is key.

Reviews

[Nautili]

I like this. It spoke of seeing the world through jaded eyes, the dirt, the decay, the sourness, that one encounters in this world.....
The last stanza appears to be an attempt at sanitization....and your plastic imagery in the home spoke of sterile hypocrisy. I saw in my mind plastic liner on the furniture to protect-but how unnatural and uncomfortable!
small thing....widows instead of windows and the broken paint. Really great work.

[Pencrafter]

Interesting lyrics. I especially liked the plastic hiding in every corner. It would be even better if you or a friend could proof-read and catch the spelling and grammar errors. 'jams in droves to sweet to taste' probably should be 'too sweet to taste'. I like the colorful symbolism and subtle emotion. It feels like you wrote it quickly, and that's OK. Good effort. Keep that imagination going!

[Amila Jay]

Ouch! Sounded very real .. I really like this one, it's awesome:)

[Suze]

Love it, especially the last stanza.

[Kristina Moulaison]

So I really love that what you write makes me want to know the whole story, though I know we're just writing stories here. The things between your lines are intriguing and that is important to me. So many throw words on a page and you just sense that that is all there is. There are two words up there where I wonder if you're trying to make up words or have just accidentally flipped flopped your letters. Or it could be that I just need a nap, which I know to be true. At any rate, this is good stuff!

[Kelly Scheppers]

A view from a sponge? Love the diversity of this...makes me wish I had a window in my kitchen!

Good work, Thomas!

[Abram Walker]

Man, this really makes me take a second look at all I think is chummy and perfect. I guess life is supposed to be mundane, but it's what we try to do to make it worth living that actually does make it worth it.

[Priscilla Sayers]

The dread of empty bottles and babes neglected by forlorn fathers. A read that is savored on the tongue of those like me who love to plunge into the deep inlets of a mind as tortured as my own... A place to dwell, a place to keep, a place for one who screams are silenced by secrets we keep....

[jkhatz]

You must have written this while looking through my front window, for you describe my house and home with exact detail. I have to thank you for now I can appreciate my tired mess as a living surrealist painting, my neighborhood as its gallery.

[Fairytale]

You really involved a lot of senses in the first half of this poem. The sentences were simple to understand. The first paragraph seemed like a drop into a stale reality. The second half had more intense emotion in the pros.