And he cries… rattling last breaths. And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring. Somehow this reminds me of the song Aqualung by Jethro Tull. The old man is not a pervert. He is only looking for a feeling. A revealing. Thank you for the gift of your words. And the fire of the images. 🙏❤️
Thank YOU, Jamie. Your imagery is always stunning and welcome.
A little backstory: I was out taking a walk, 9:30 p.m. and under a streetlight, I spotted a 3rd floor window in a house with someone standing there looking out through a hole in blinds that were all bent.
This is a very fine poem, filled with gentle insights and wistful language. The poem has a very restrained music that supports rather than distracts from the flow.
Thank you, Mitch. Yeah, it is sad, but I just look around and see what’s going on and let my imagination play with the clues.
A little backstory about this poem: I was out taking a walk, 9:30 p.m. and under a streetlight, I spotted a 3rd floor window in a house with someone standing there looking out through a hole in blinds that were all bent. It looked like the person was looking next door, maybe in their window.
I just pay attention to things that are going on around me I guess, Connie.
A little backstory about this poem: I was out taking a walk, 9:30 p.m. and under a streetlight, I spotted a 3rd floor window in a house had someone standing there looking out through a hole in blinds that were all bent. It looked like the person was looking next door, maybe in their window.
And he cries… rattling last breaths. And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring. Somehow this reminds me of the song Aqualung by Jethro Tull. The old man is not a pervert. He is only looking for a feeling. A revealing. Thank you for the gift of your words. And the fire of the images. 🙏❤️
Thank YOU, Jamie. Your imagery is always stunning and welcome.
A little backstory: I was out taking a walk, 9:30 p.m. and under a streetlight, I spotted a 3rd floor window in a house with someone standing there looking out through a hole in blinds that were all bent.
My imagination took off …
I love doing that.
Thanks again, Jamie!
Thanks for sharing your gift on the wings of words. Have a wonderful day! Keep writing. We need you. 🙏❤️
You just made my whole day brighter, Jamie. Thank you for your kind words. ❤️💕
Oh! Heart breaking 💔
You are a compassionate being, Trudi. Thank you for taking time to read and comment!
This is a very fine poem, filled with gentle insights and wistful language. The poem has a very restrained music that supports rather than distracts from the flow.
Thank you, Bob, your comments are very generous.
Sad but great poem .C.J, hugs and peace
Thank you, Mitch. Yeah, it is sad, but I just look around and see what’s going on and let my imagination play with the clues.
A little backstory about this poem: I was out taking a walk, 9:30 p.m. and under a streetlight, I spotted a 3rd floor window in a house with someone standing there looking out through a hole in blinds that were all bent. It looked like the person was looking next door, maybe in their window.
Thanks again, Mitch. hugs and peace
How on earth do you come up with these poems? I wish I could come up with something like that! Love your poems and your stories!
Thank you, Connie.
I just pay attention to things that are going on around me I guess, Connie.
A little backstory about this poem: I was out taking a walk, 9:30 p.m. and under a streetlight, I spotted a 3rd floor window in a house had someone standing there looking out through a hole in blinds that were all bent. It looked like the person was looking next door, maybe in their window.
My imagination took off …