Through The Window with No Glass
Through the window
with no glass,
Stares the poet,
with no pen,
On the chair
with no legs,
Near the door
with no hinge.
Through the window
with no glass,
Distant sound,
of laughter soars,
From memory –
– file A –
In the cabinet
with no drawers.
The sound level
never ceases,
As the value
– to the poet –
increases,
Taking the shape
of a pen.
Spilling ink
on the paper
of the poet.
And the words
flow again,
From the river
with no beginning,
In the countryside
of the poet’s mind,
Extending skyward
with no end.
Through the window
with sparkling glass,
Stares the poet
with new pen,
On the chair
with sturdy legs,
Near the door
with shiny brass hinges.
Now the laughter
is stored,
In the poet’s pocketful
of dreams,
To be pulled out
if the window
Loses its glass
once again…
And the beauty shines
in memory.
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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.
Peace be with you.