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Ode to a window (revised repost) |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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Before this perfect square alone I stand and I reflect upon its very meaning,-- it’s not a box.... an outlet!-- I demand to be let out. The stars outside are gleaming. The darkness makes it seem as if they blend together with the window, thus deceiving the mind into thinking that a hand could touch the glowing stars and this believing, the mind leaves a handprint on the glass. The window is our link to the outside,-- it shows the eye the greenery of grass, unlike the wall, which doesn’t yield to sight. The window lets the sultry sunlight pass,-- without windows there would be no light, and hence, no warmth. Each window has four corners and four sides (each side is tangent to two corners), which then form four angles that are measured in degrees. These measures are important when a storm, with raging winds picks up the small debris,-- they make the windows strong and keep you warm, and windows block the branches of the trees that bend with raging winds out of the norm. Thus windows are the messengers of peace. The windows do of course require care,-- you won’t see anything unless the view is clear,-- but use a sponge to swipe away the glare of golden dust and colors will appear and then, relax and sit back in your chair and let the breeze be music to your ear. An opened window serves to let fresh air refresh the room. At any time of year, the windows can be opened in the day to let the sunshine spill its rays of gold. The sunlight will submerge the room and stay as though a guest who’s welcomed here uncalled. And when the snow makes all the earth seem gray, and when the breeze is simply just too cold, and when you feel the need to hide away, the curtains can be drawn to blind the world. At night, they are like mirrors, they reflect our every move and thus it often seems when we are doubled by this strange effect that we are living in the land of dreams, where even parallels will somehow intersect, where star-crossed lovers find the hidden seams. The eye-- the star, two points now connect and hands, again reach up for silver beams. Check out my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Master~ I like the depth of this piece. 'The stars outside are gleaming. The darkness makes it seem as if they blend together with the window, thus deceiving the mind into thinking that a hand could touch the glowing stars and this believing, the mind leaves a handprint on the glass.' I love windows and enjoyed looking in and out of yours. Whoops ... does that make me a Peeping Marge ?  ~*Marge*~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Peeping Marge! Happy to share my view with you. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
A blatant bump ! Come on folks ... this is good poetry ! Master~ I've also checked out your web page link - talent ! ! ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Master, Margie girl is right this is outstanding poetry. Absolutely first class work. You can write you really can. Excellant stuff Take care love Mushy And Margie, you are a doll thanks for the tip. Take back the hope you gave,- I claim Only a memory of the same Robert Browning |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Ok.......I admit it.......I've never quite looked at my windows like this before........but now I know I won't be able to look at them without remembering this wonderful poem -SEA |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Master, I must say it is good... very good in fact. However, have you ever been to Seattle..? It doesn't really matter the time of year you can be sure to find gray and wet. If the Sun comes out they say don't worry, wait 5 minutes and it will be gone. I also like your mathematics... It brings back a bit of good 'ol school daze. dale |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
the windows can be opened in the day to let the sunshine spill its rays of gold. The sunlight will submerge the room and stay as though a guest who’s welcomed here uncalled. And when the snow makes all the earth seem gray, and when the breeze is simply just too cold, and when you feel the need to hide away, the curtains can be drawn to blind the world. At night, they are like mirrors, they reflect our every move and thus it often seems when we are doubled by this strange effect that we are living in the land of dreams, where even parallels will somehow intersect, where star-crossed lovers find the hidden seams. The eye-- the star, two points now connect and hands, again reach up for silver beams. ====================== very very cool write..very unique perspective. excellent rhyme flow and cadence... excellent imagery and metaphor I loved the concept of this.. and the last verses wisdom ... very well done poet sir ... Tomorrow holds only mystery And who's to say what might be But in you I've found a love so strong The sun and the moon look on in jealousy ~VH~ |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Master, Wonderful. I love the preception of the walls, this is very deep in meaning, much enjoyed, I shall now go look out the window at the inpending storm, oop's to late just started raining, and last week we had 80 degrees weather go figure Love, Cerenity "God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist. We have to be reminded that He exist!" (Writer Unknown) |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
I love a blatant bump!!! Especially when it's got poetry this good. . . Superb Master. . . excellent. . . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
At night, they are like mirrors, they reflect our every move and thus it often seems when we are doubled by this strange effect that we are living in the land of dreams, where even parallels will somehow intersect, where star-crossed lovers find the hidden seams. The eye-- the star, two points now connect and hands, again reach up for silver beams. =================== WOW should just about cover the megar part of praise for this piece and the rest of the praise for this masterpiece will have to await NEW words to do it justice. This is one of the best poems I have read in a long time or at all for that matter. The depth and the vision in this piece is totally awesome. I am saving to my library to enjoy this one many more times. Superb piece of poetry. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Master--this is a wonderful piece of poetry..so perfectly done that it flowed like cream...in fact, I think I need to go wash my windows...I've been missing something. |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Wow, I didn't know that this one came back from the dead... (thanks Marge!) This would have to be one my favorites and I'm happy that you all liked it also. |
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