Window Poem

=http://www.artvilla.com/dreams/mp3/01

Reading and music my Chris Carmichael

from Dreams


I am worn weathered wood.
I have seen the storms,
felt the hot sun,
endured the wind until
I am cracked.
My colors have faded into
burnt siennas, from red under
the sun’s rays.
I have seen the owl at night and
the hawk in the day for
I am a window in this wood,
this weathered wood.
I am a window or
I am nothing.
I am a window.
Sneak up.
Take a peek
into my panes.
She will be there, sitting
at the table,
having her tea
or holding her cat
quietly.

 

I am a Window  © david michael jackson  2000

 

david michael jackson  july 10, 2003    send one rose petal,  just one

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