The Wall

There’s a pane of glass keeping

Vowels and smells and pollen from me.

On the mirror side this man and his phone

Both suffer from unfiltered cigarettes.

Here inside, I can hide from the

Terrors they’ve told me of.

 

But side by side we stare

To the north

He sees the sun & the eyes of cats & flowers growing in sidewalk cracks.

In here I see red-gray brick..

 

Reviews

[Abby G.]

I liked your use of words that have opposite meanings. "inside" and "outside", "red and "gray", "flowers" and sidewalks".

[Llysofar]

IA poet who is a great story-teller is a rare thing - lovely poem.
e

[O!]

Nicely done!!!........am glad ur wall doesnt block whats going on around you..........i get claustrophobic in mine sometimes :-)...........

typo: his (this) man....:-)

i love the part where you both stare to the North!!..............very deep!!.....beautiful!!

Thank you for sharing.

O! :-)

[Talon Sjostrom]

I liked this poem! You can stay on one side of the window, and watch the world and life unfold, not worrying about what's going to happen to you, based on what's happening around you, or you can be on the other side of the window, and experience the world and life, the rush of everything happening around you everchanging. I liked the double-sided-ness, yes if that's a word!