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.

[Mauricio Montoya]

poetry is art, great job.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

I love the first line, "A stare to space is never counting thoughts in ones mind". A good read and wanting to read more.

[lei]

wow very vivid!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Excellent writing that put together a poem with awesome vivid imagery!

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obversational poems about the mundance are a colourful dance through the eyes off a poet.

As all these wonderful facts of seeing life, are written by your ink of truth blow us away! thank you. Amazing piece of writing.

[Chris]

It was soooooooo cruel to put a window above the sink in a kitchen and then all but tie a person to a thoughtless, thankless task more than a mere once or twice daily chore. Be it man or woman or child - you stand and gaze lost to the being of where you aren't vs where you are... and watch as you KNOW the whole world passes you by.

One typo in the first line... "coutning" - counting?

You nailed the realities of detritus sitting awaiting a "caring" hand that just doesn't care right then to give a damn. Well done...

And the life as we live it because its all we have or all we're familiar with. Unending voices echoing all the years... ghosts sitting on our shoulders - laying behind our eyes. Again, well done.

Chris

[Eleanor]

Wow. Powerful. Great job
-Eleanor

[Rene Velez]

Grit within the walls of existence, rustic and torn, crude in imagery...well done.