Poetry: The Window
The Window
You opened a window on your world
And a sudden rush of sea breeze
Tossed my hair, touched my face,
Brought the taste of sea salt in its’ wake.
And I could hear your footsteps
On the rocky path,
Winding their way
Precariously
Round the craggy headland.
Could see with your eyes
The misty morning colours,
Sea and sky blended from soft pastels,
A peaceful palette, a gentle awakening.
You smiled and asked me in.
But I could only stand transfixed,
Trapped in my own world
On the other side
Of the window.
©Bernie Delaney
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6 Comments
Sonia Poynter
Such beautiful words.
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Aww Sonia, thank you so much for taking the time to comment….The fact that you found something good in it is the icing on the cake.
Dorinda Duclos
Your imagery in so vivid. Lovely write 😊
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Thank you so much for commenting, Dorinda and delighted that you liked it!
JulesPaige
Windows are curious things.
Especially the eyes of our souls…
Playful, yet a bit haunting 🙂
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Thanks for stopping by, Jules. Yes, we see with our eyes, but it is the soul that interprets it 🙂