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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label behind windows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label behind windows. Show all posts

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)

Friday, September 9, 2011

Windows

image from Poets United
You were once as open as the sky
As boundless as the fireflies in June
Watching life through window panes of glass
Your light has dimmed too early and too fast

As boundless as the fireflies in June
Saved inside a Mason jar for keeps
Your light has dimmed too early and too fast
Without air, a fire will not last

Saved inside a Mason jar for keeps
A precious treasure transforms into dross
Without air, a fire will not last
Your windows make you blind as well as masked

A precious treasures transforms into dross
The panes you trust to keep you safe inside
Your windows make you blind as well as masked
An illusion to shut out your past

The panes you trust to keep you safe inside
Watching life through window panes of glass
An illusion to shut out your past
You were once as open as the sky.