When at my computer
outside the window
squirrels run atop the fence
clouds meander or skitter past
and trees show me the season.
When in church
the stained glass
depicts sacred parts of history
deflects the beautiful light of life
and helps me examine my own.
When window shopping
with family or friend
in a near town or far city
the items entice me to enter
to decide if I must have them.
When outside looking in
The lights of my home
promise warmth and protection
a shelter from discourse
and a safe place to lay my head.
{written for a poetry contest. The window is a sky light covering in the Frank Lloyd Wright Darwin Martin House, Buffalo, NY}
11/20/2017 at 15:50
I love how you describe the many windows you look through in your daily life! Beautifully written đŸ™‚
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11/20/2017 at 17:18
Thank you. And thank you to Robbie Cheadle for inspiring me to join in the fun.
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11/20/2017 at 16:08
Lovely poem!
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11/20/2017 at 17:13
Thank you
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11/23/2017 at 12:35
A lovely poem, Susan. I particularly like the verse about Church.
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11/23/2017 at 16:43
Thank you. I was recently at a funeral in a church where the windows took most of my attention.
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