Windows Can't Show Me Everything

Meaningless words strewn across the sill.

Square panes render a restricted vision

Of an outside world

Full of disorder and possibility.

A chimney pokes its head

Into the bottom of the picture

It emits nothing 

Holding well the secrets 

Of the house across the street.

Tree branches hover 

In a tangled mess,

Home to creatures and things

That like to hide just the same.

And here I am,

Just another creature,

With a chaotic array of thoughts and desires,

Living inside my mind,

As seen through the window of my eyes. 

Reviews

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

it does mean one thing....you are gifted!

[The Nameless]

Such a brilliant poem with truth in reflection
Showing an entirely new perspective
Rhythm and rhyme add to its perfection
To read again and again, it beckons

=D

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~ well... you're an exceptional poet... not just another poet... ~ a beautifully vivid piece of poetry... superbly written...