Once Upon a Window

A reflection on the word "Window" that a former student asked me to write a poem about

Once I could see out of my window, but I can’t anymore.

Once I saw magical images refracted from light

Colors and all, on the ceiling above my head.

Once I saw a family growing and playing

Five floors below, until they all disappeared.

 

Once I sat and watched cities and clouds

And raindrops in puddles

Through a simple pane of glass,

Growing, living, expanding.

 

Now my window is covered with

Cardboard and duct tape, and I have to

Listen to the radio, just to get the weather,

Which is just outside my window,

where a cold breeze seeps in. 

Reviews

[Pete]

very cool poetry. i like this a lot. sad, telling and real. soulful. well done.

[Chris Shaw]

How sad to be couped up in a room unable to see outside. I would find that so claustrophobic. You created some fine imagery with this write Amanda and I paused to reflect on no windows. That I would find difficult to cope with. Like being a prisoner. Enjoyed reading you. All the best.

Chris