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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Windows Redux

You were once as open as the sky
As boundless as the fireflies in June
At your window watching life go by
Your light has dimmed too fast and much too soon

As boundless as the fireflies in June
Inside a Mason jar to please the eye
Your light has dimmed too fast and much too soon
Without air, a fire's going to die

Inside a Mason jar to please the eye
Your gold transforms to dross, treasure to ruin
Without air, a fire's going to die
Blind as well as masked, you're not immune

Gold transforms to dross, treasure to ruin
Behind those glass panes on which you rely
Blind as well as masked, you're not immune
You can't shut out the past though you may try

Behind those glass panes on which you rely
At your window watching life go by
You can't shut out the past though you may try
You were once as open as the sky.

(done with the "proper" Pantoum rhyme scheme of abab)

2 comments:

Brian Miller said...

nice pantoum...did my first the other day...really like the image again of the fireflies in the mason jar...it resonates with me....your closing lines really bring this home...

darev2005 said...

More "proper" indeed. If you abide by the rules. The other flowed better, in my opinion. I've always been a fan of free verse.