I have decided to give a background before posting a poem. This is a part of dversepoets poetics – my fourth this week and probably the most I have ever written in a week. Here is what the prompt says tonight: So what I would love for you to do this poetics is two part. Go to your favorite window, door or outside view. Snap a photo. Second part: write a poem about what is happening. In the moment. Choose whatever form you like.
Having already written once on this theme before (read here) – it was slightly challenging to write something new – as the effect of my last poem clouded my thinking and I wasn’t sure I will write another. However, here I am. Hope you like it.
#1
Outside my window there wasn’t any snow-
Outside my window all are waiting for spring now
White frame, old curtains
Settling mist,
On cold glass
I watch out of the window
Blurry,
Still doesn’t take much to tell
Spring awaited.
Oh! I love to write my name,
Watch the dew
Trickle
Like thin tear, it is
“My window,
You make me young“.
Outside my window is rain –
Outside my window is a washed afternoon,
Fat tears swabs my name from the glass
It wasn’t going to stay anyway.
Looking through the window makes me young
In a moment,
Yet, so effectively
Brings me back.
#2
Outside my window is all the fun
“Oh! I want to go and play”
Houses, Chimneys, Smoke
Trees
Robin, Dove
Squirrels
And who knows what?
Beyond the gravel path
In the back yard
Quite a jungle has grown
Dad says it’ll be done in spring,
“Oh! My window, I can’t wait”
Thinking about
The time in spring,
I get bigger-
Not a little girl,
Trembling at every step;
With a five teeth smile
I tell daddy, to let me go-
He just takes me down from the pane
I was sitting on,
To his arms –
He never does let me go.
“Oh! my window“, I sigh
“In a moment I was dreaming big, and
Now I am small again!”
While using the prompt, I thought it could be interesting to show how the sight from a window can make an adult seek momentary childish pleasure and yet quite the opposite it can happen for a child. Of course, had to look into my daughter’s world for this. I will look forward to know what you think about the experiment.
psshhhh… here’s my confession…. i scribble on every wet window… even in trains when they’re quite dirty as well…smiles… yep… def. good not to forget the pleasures of a child and look at the world through their eyes..
He he – there lives a child in you, clearly – I can feel that from your writing.
Today I thought writing one piece won’t be complete – unless I can build the contrast what a window does to a child 🙂
smiles..i like drawing in the dew…the second one stole my heart though, through the eyes of the little one…made big being in the window…seeing all the fun…made me smile big. i can see what you are saying in that last note as well in how it affects kids and adults differently
Exactly Brian – if you think, quite a contrast it is and so deeply enjoyable…:)
I like the idea that ‘looking through the window makes me young.’ I think looking through a window one can enter into any time one wants to. Looking through the window makes anything possible!
Absolutely – my little one doesn’t speak much but when I take her close to a window, it doesn’t take much to read what she is asking 🙂
I like the whimsy ~
Thank you 🙂
I like the voice of a child in this, the eyes of a child…they know so well how to delight in everything. The photos are gorgeous and the rain…please send some our way.
Thanks Victoria, without her thoughts the poem won’t have been complete – I think.Well, I am very keen about photography, if I’m not writing – so, surely there will be.
Writing in the window such a great thing… And your daughters thoughts .. So wonderful.. Hopefully she can run out and have fun soon.
Thank you so much Bjorn – yes, she is getting ready, learning to walk now.
There resides a child in every grown-up , and you’ve perfectly drawn the dreams and thoughts. I liked the phrase ” with a five teeth smile ” ! so cute 😀
🙂 Thank you – yes, there will always be a child in the grown ups.
I enjoyed the two perspectives in your poem. I used to love scribbling on the dew inside window panes. I wonder whether doing it now would make me feel young, probably.
Thank you Gabriella – yes, I thought giving two perspectives will sort of create a contrast, a beauty.
A window to dream on….I loved it.
Smiles- yes, always.
I like both perspective as an adult and as a child ~ I think we should never let that child in us fade away ~ Enjoyed seeing the world through your eyes ~
Thank you Grace. No, we shouldn’t
Who can resist writing on the window? Your experiment with perspectives works quite nicely with two very good poems.
Well, perhaps none can – who has once done it. Thank you.
A very successful experiment, thank you so much for being a part of Poetics this week. Each piece stands alone as a well crafted poem, but together as a set they are even more special.
Thank you so much – yes, it was sort of an experiment – but in the end, seems to have worked out well.
Cool write, Ahbra…you give us yet another perspective about views from our windows…what a darling little girl, and I love the shot of the rain in your window!!
Thank you – I’m glad to hear that you like both 🙂
go out to come back grow big to come back – lovely take! both – two stark images!oh! i do live running down with those trickling drops! 🙂