a window to your soul
the cold has promised to come
and all I can think of
are the windows
the second story is burning
the attic fan turning
attempting to cool
that which never will
I told everyone who would listen
I don’t belong here
not where glaciers melt
before my very eyes
not where arctic blasts
are merely sticks of dynamite
and in the meantime
all I can think of are the windows
wide open
inviting the inevitable
may two thousand sixteen
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You have beautiful poems on your blog I love it
thank you so much Morgan – I’m happy knowing you think so
You’re welcome 🙂
There’s something melodic in the first stanza. Love or life can be a slow burn (out) sometimes.
thank you – I’m glad you think so….
Hi I hope you could use the lines of a poem I sent you through email. I trust you’ll create something wonderful let me know how it turns out I’d love to read it.
Yes I will see what I can do and let you know. Thank-you.
You’re welcome Blessings to you