Kisses Through Glass

concrete bunk beds with rubber mats
waiting in line
loud doors
echoing halls
eyes ever watching
mundane things mingled
with tenderness
collect calls
miss you so much
four bare walls
toilets flush
beside the phones
how long? no one knows
waiting, anxiety grows
kisses through glass
hands palm to palm
warm eyes smiling
through the pane
throwing kisses in the air
she walks away, slow easy swing
twisting my ring, I
follow her graceful form
with blurring eyes.

Reviews

[K Scott Smith]

This is amazing on so many levels. A truly awesome work

[Botania]

hmm sad. I wrote a poem about watching through a window yesterday. Makes me want to shout, Just go hug her!

[C. Rose]

Prison visitation?

I like that I could sense the anxiety before the clear clues.
The word choice and structure just made me feel anxious, uncertain, antsy.

Well done :)

[Girl With A Pen]

The struggle is real when you can never touch the one you love and must use the illusion of glass to see one another. Beautiful poem.

[Alfred Kukitz]

It's as if she has slipped away before he really saw her and he's back with all the noises of everyday life.

[Moonie]

Thoroughly enjoyed it. Spectacular! It keeps the reader's attention til the last line.=)

[Jon Roggie]

Last eleven lines hit. Nice.

[Kelly Scheppers]

...a powerpunch of a closing line! Enjoyed this, John.

[Frieda P]

I can't imagine how difficult that must be, locked away from the person you love, sometimes such things happen even without the prison walls. Has to worse though when your freedom is taken away...nice one muchly enjoyed.

[ron]

This reminds me of someone in prison on visiting day.
So much passion and longing in this poem.
It makes my heart cry for those who live this, for a short while or a life time.
fantastic poem John.
I will be reading more of you soon.

[Matching Socks]

Funny...
I thought that too. Prison.
Then I thought, skyping.
Which is more realistic for me... I travel for work on occasion and Skype to say goodnight.
So it's nice it leaves it open to the imagination.
Of course, we could ask John... But I doubt he'd tell us. ;)

[ron]

I think that if John wanted us to know he would tell us :)
In any event I think you are right in leaving it up to interpretation.