Window to the Future

I slouch on a windowsill, forlorn,
Having left the land I was born.
In the distance an old stone mill,
And behind old trees and leafy paths
As if in a trance I see a towering building,
Little am I to know in eight years time
I would walk the corridors and call It mine,
But my greatest crime, I did not know this in time.

When I touched the stone, when I was going
I could not moan nor cry, but only questions sewing.
Things would never be the same, as much as I hoped
This could not be changed, but to sadness I did clutch,
This I realised, after numb thoughts and strange days
So now my mind is still all athunder upon the grange
But at least if I must wonder, I know the truth.
So a little does this my soul gently sooth.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

this one brushes against such classics as written by Homer~ the style opens the past while riveted in the present with a story teller's eye for a future~ the patterns of words permit the reader to utilize full imagination ~ questioning if one is seeing time collapse~ rebuild~ or stream along without disturbance in the questing mind of the narrator~

[James Watts]

Very nice piece. Seemed a bit nostalgic.

[Julijana Velichkovska]

like a painting! I love it!

[EMW]

amazing

[RTB]

it was well written i really liked it but time n time rymed after seemed to distract me its not rude i jus seemed to keep lookin at it but it was rele good overall

[L'Amour De Musique]

Beautiful. Very wonderful write :)

[zombiikillah666]

amazing , emotional write. (:

[Dom Macchiaroli]

We do tend to go in circles in life. This sounds a little like that. Too bad we sometimes can't learn from our experiences.

[Romeion Case]

:-) very calming. we do not always have control or knowledge of the future but we can live in hope with knowledge gained from past experiences. Nice read...as usual. keep 'em coming.

[Luna Northstar]

Amazing, I love the flow and imagry, as well as the message. I love the style and the feel of this poem... great write :)

[Coyote Poetry]

We can fall on the same path many times. I escape my home at eighteen and found myself where I began. The poem words are amazing. Sometime what we need and desire is in reach and we are too blind to see. A outstanding poem. You made me think.
Coyote