More than a window, less than a word

I am more than window.

 

More than a thin transparent sheet

of glass finally showing signs 

of liquidity after years stillness,

years of allowing light to pass through me,

un-impeded, unbent and unaffected.

I am less than a word,

with less power 

to bend the minds and thoughts

of those who share the vibrating air.

I am in-unutterable and would be unable

to seed the air with a single thought

if not for the agreement upon the meaning 

and the alchemy of transforming

 air into a lexicon of words.

We have agreed to be one:

imperfect, flowing, speaking mass,

absorbing light and affecting as much

as we can.

I have dabbled in the essence of your being

You have dabbled in the essence of my being

and become more

more than a window 

and more than a word.

We are the fusing atom

and exploding light of a language;

an eternity of evolving thoughts.

Reviews

[J. Marc]

These are my favorite lines: “We have agreed to be one: imperfect, flowing, speaking mass, absorbing light and affecting as much as we can”. When people reach this stage, usually something beautiful can only ensue, for the reality of being imperfect has been transcended. Great!

[JENY]

Nice writing…
A different stream of thought….
I haven’t read…in writers café…
Like this….Till now…

[faryn wolff]

This is a beautiful poem. Powerful imagery behind the lovely wording. The opening line is a perfect beginning to what follows. Fantastic! Thank you for sharing.

[Neko Green]

I love this. Beautiful imagery that gets across an idea - a lot of the time meaning is lost behind pretty phrases, but that is certainly not the case here. Thank you for writing such a piece!