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Open Poetry #21

Outside My Window

Professor Gloom
Member Elite

since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

0 posted 2002-07-17 07:27 AM

What soft shadows cast through my window to the wall,
Is it your silhouette or nothing there at all?
Are you staring from the gray remaining obscure
Lost in silence filled with self-fear and insecure?

Will there be a gentle tapping at my back door,
That opens to nothing and no one as before,
Or will I find you standing there waiting for me,
Will enter when you’re invited of once more flee.

What brings you to be casting long and sad shadows
Sent by neon signs that flicker on my window,
What puts you out there where most walkers never stride,
What makes you so very shy that you always hide?

Gloom

Sunnyone
Member Ascendant

since 2000-07-06

Posts 5334
Staffordshire, England

1 posted 2002-07-17 08:36 AM

Gloom, I am drawn to the questions in this one, the same words I have often left unspoken. Thank you for this one.

Open the door and let your adventure begin!!!

Decaflame
Senior Member

since 2001-05-11

Posts 1635

2 posted 2002-07-17 09:04 AM

Because sometimes the shadows are warmer
than other places
because sometimes the mantles suit me well

[This message has been edited by Decaflame (07-17-2002 09:08 AM).]

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

3 posted 2002-07-17 12:43 PM

yes....beautiful

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

4 posted 2002-07-17 12:44 PM

Speechless because of the beauty

Cold hands means a warm heart

Professor Gloom
Member Elite

since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

5 posted 2002-07-17 01:29 PM

Thank you all
I originally wrote this as a sonnet
With these last two lines

Tomorrow I’ll go and sweep the dirty alley,
Cleaning the place where at night you’ve tended to be

but reframed from adding it.
This is a poem for a friend of a friend,
Or a chaos factor, my cat.
Seems another cat has been creeping around in my alleyway.

Pleased you all enjoyed

Gloom

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