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When you look out through the window, what do you see?

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You shall surely see the grace of a bird in fight,
But I see a mother's desperation to fly home to her hungry young-ones.

You may then praise the art of the setting Sun,
When I fear the fading shadows that unite stealthily with the night.

You laugh at a running saint being chased by a 'mad' dog,
I cry for the dog, cause he shall face the wrath of a mindless 'God'.

You shiver at the howl of a wolf, magnified by the silence around,
I smile with the symphony which gives me an illusion of company.

You see the moon rise steadily in the East,
I feel its webs of attractive aura making me walk into it.

Now, do you see a lonely poet juggling with words and missing many?
Because he sees you like a classic painting, while I continue the scrawl.

Comments

  1. Mary12 September 2013 at 09:16

    I really like the intensity of this poem. My favorite stanza is the second...enjoyed the way you wrote about shadows uniting with the night.

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky16 September 2013 at 09:48

    This is so lovely to read with its mad saint, dog, and wolf.....and the two ways of seeing. A terrific write, kiddo! Loved it.

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky16 September 2013 at 09:49

    This is so lovely to read with its mad saint, dog, and wolf.....and the two ways of seeing. A terrific write, kiddo! Loved it.

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  4. Lisa A. Williams16 September 2013 at 14:21

    Lovely, I especially like your second stanza as well.

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  5. Brian Miller16 September 2013 at 18:45

    nice...each stanza is really cool...the third and the last is my fav...ha on the dog...hmm....and the flourish of you still creating the art of them...

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  6. NataĊĦek17 September 2013 at 02:44

    I can relate to first and fourth stanza, they feel like home.. this is an interesting write.

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  7. ZQ17 September 2013 at 06:08

    Interesting read.
    ZQ

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