I thought about the crack in the window letting in the wind. It also let's in the light and for that I am thankful. This little poem is multi layered J. Some things stay broken. Not everything can be fixed. A little light though.....
This one has many layers. Is the poet speaking of the draft into the armed services or about the breeze coming in through a cracked window? Metaphor of the lines missing in action....your lines are never missing though. You always manage to write. So prolific! Lydi**
Perhaps the wind jolted your thoughts into action…however you could not put them into a poem…. So you gave up, didn’t write, nor fixed the crackin the window…. It happens to me as well ( not the window but the words!)
Best, B.j
And as winter approaches, along with ever increasing prices, I think I'll enlist for the free food and heat. And maybe I'll find some of my Mia words too. 😊
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..