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.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

such colorful words!

[Darylbee]

Vivid piece, enjoyed reading

[Miss Marie Riorden.]

This makes me think of staring in through our kitchen window. An interesting perspective for a poem to take.
"A carton of milk half empty, half full, stewing as it grows."
That would have to be my favorite line. I'm not sure why, but it is.

The imagery is amazing how it is and the rhyming is effortless.
A good job to my friend.

-Marie Riorden-

[Coyote Poetry]

I have closed my real mind years ago. Sometimes reals thoughts and desires can get us into a lot of trouble. I like the lead lines. What we see and want can be different then what the world believe. Each line open the doors to thoughts and new questions. I did like the strong ending. Thank you for you always thought provoking poetry. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Kenneth The Poet]

Powerful stuff, Thomas.

[writing mojo]

Well you set the table well with this kitchen made form, I love the way you take the simplest things like dishes and make a scene from live as art..the feeling is very palpable in this piece....I wonder what happens next.... good stuff