Window Panes

Poem about how life can kick you around with no remorse.

Window Panes

 

 

"Clinging to the past...'

 

Gazing out the glass,
I witness the flight of my mother
Who would not be that
Which I needed most.
A young boy staring, through salty tears,
Out the window pane.

 

Gazing out the glass,
I, with my young daughter, witness
The departure of my dearly beloved wife
In the hearse that has taken her away forever.
A weeping man cradles his melancholy child, looking
Out the window pane.

 

Gazing out the glass,
I desperately seek understanding
As my daughter waves good-bye
On her path into the world.
An old man, before time should permit, alone
With his window pains.

 

'...while grasping at the future."

 

Legion

26Jun98

 

Reviews

[Lily1111]

This poem was very moving. I love the imagery of looking out the window in relation to the loss. There is just something conveyed there that really stirs the soul.

The stanza"

"Gazing out the glass,
I witness the flight of my mother
Who would not be that
Which I needed most.
A young boy staring, through salty tears,
Out the window pane."

Oh my gosh, how powerful is that? The sense of loss conveyed is extraordinary.

What is it we are looking for out that window? That is the question this rich imagery begs in my mind. Comfort perhaps, I am not sure. But you certainly have me contemplating and I simply love when a poem does that to me. That is how you connect with the reader!

An incredible write that I truly enjoyed reading even if it left me all sad and thoughtful.

Into my library you go little poem.

[Laura E. Aranda]

Oh! The titles of each of your poems keeps drawing me in and never disappointing either! This was especially touching. I really did have a lump in my throat on this one! Good luck in the contest! Cheers,lea

[Justin Tobey]

Beautifully done. I love how you have three emotional scenarios taking place and tying them all together with the window. Great write!

[Carl Fraser]

Man I'll tell you the truth this one grabbed my heart. I felt every word and i will definitely be reading more of your work. Very very nice write.............Blessings , Carl

[SM Davis]

FANTASTIC!!!!! I don't have any other words to give it...except to coin Jet Lag 100 DAISIES!!!

it's one of those things that just make you want to go: noooooo don't die! you can't! But sometimes the truth can really gut and horrify you. I can sense the desperation around this poem, but I love the way it jumps from first to third person:
Gazing out the glass,
I, with my young daughter, witness
The departure of my dearly beloved wife
In the hearse that has taken her away forever.
A weeping man cradles his melancholy child, looking
Out the window pane.

It's really good, well done :) xx

[Andromeda]

wow. that was beautifully tragic.