Windows show the world...

Refelcting on loss

Windows show the world…

 

 

Windows show the world…

Beyond this pane of glass sits my imagination,

well beyond the reflection that greets me

A smiling face perhaps, a somber frown at times,

this transparent image

like a soldier, guards my thoughts

and holds my dreams captive

 

 

I can see the chest rise and lower

as breaths escape the figure telling me

it lives, at least for this moment

Still the worry of loss fights through the ghost-like outline

invading my soul,

pulling and pushing on my heart,

leaving me exhausted as my mind sails to the silhouette ahead

 

 

Two ships, why do they always pass,

why is it always at night,

when faces are obscured and merely shadows

of a dancing moon

Ripples of friendship, waves of anguish wake,

not knowing the set course or the boundaries of love,

reaching for the anchor…much too late

 

 

Currents swiftly dispatch the emotions,

wash away the feelings in salt water swells

Sails are hoisted, memories are swabbed,

clean as a whistle,

melodic and sad for the song

sinks slowly into the mist

only to be swallowed by the sea

 

 

Still, here I sit, gazing at this clear protection

finding not sea worthy vessels, but street lights call

and morning suns rise

to eliminate my reflection

as fingers type in the realization

that beyond this glass sits nothing,

for once again I am alone

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[ShelleyA]

Hi jack. This is such a beautiful and introspective write. Poignant. There is so much emotion, on so many levels as well as deep thoughts in this piece. Through the eyes of your imagination there is protection and comfort, but always know that you aren't alone; yes there is loss, (it comes and goes) but there is friendship and its love that sustains, even at times when we might not feel it. I understand those currents; they are bittersweet and are part of life, but they also bring comfort, too. Remember, we are connected, through life and our writings. We're here for each other, and that is where hope lies; although you may be behind that glass window looking out, but your friends are here looking in through your words. You're not alone.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Shelley. What an absolutelly beautiful review you have left for me. I appreciate you.

[ShelleyA]

You're very welcome Jack and thank you. Have a great day!

[SyberRose]

I know a man who is ninety one and takes care of his wife who has alzheimers...but he still goes out and plays his guitar in bars and other places...hes amazing...i think his writing is therapy too...as he keeps a journal and writes religious articles...i think as long as we have our health thats the main thing because once that goes...its all down hill...people take their health for granted...its nice to have someone to share with but you have your talent of music and art and writing...my mother is alone because she wants to be alone...she could live with me...but she wants to stay independent...she is eighty seven...she used to dance three times a week..but now she cant...Nicely penned piece Jack as always...Rose

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Rose. I always appreciate you stopping by.

[Frieda P]

This one chokes me up, such a bittersweet read, alone but not lonely I hope, there is a difference, and with all the people that care and love for you, you need to smile, remember what you always tell me....

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Frieda. I do appreciate your kind words to me always.

[s y e]

This is such a good write and holds a lot of meaning. We are never alone, Jackomantic - no matter where we are, we're not alone. It's like the person we see in that window - is us - but as a different person if you get me, like us reflecting ourselves. I dunno what i'm trying to say, sorry.

Lovely job.

~ Noodle.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. Alone is just a state of mind. Sometimes all we have is ourselves

[s y e]

Yes, that is very true.

[Astro]

We're never alone Jack only separated by a thin veil that is in the shape of our past but filled with a wind that can only be caught on the edge of night. That wind is constant and its presence is a companionship that will be with you until you cross the veil and become one with it. There's no denying the effect of losing a corporeal light in ones life, I hear you...but don't forget the other lights that adore your own corporeal light and want to be next to it for a long time to come. Well written, delightful nautical descriptions and carved out of strong emotion as always.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Astro

[Astro]

My pleasure buddy!

[Jack...]

This is another good one Jack, here you capture something many people don't stand still on, or forget to think about... windows by passing them, are reflections, of us, of maybe ghosts, they always have something captivating. I love old and broken homes, (I think I could find them perfectly in Detroit now) here in my city, I always make pictures of them, they have something horrofying, (a friend of me learned me that)... here in your write you do the same. You balance the beauty out of the lost souls, (almost living through you)... by watching yourself as a reflection, most intriguing.

Sometimes those ships, sail further on the big ocean, without a mayday, or a sign... they can cross eachother closely but then the signal is lost again.... yes, too late... too late.... (beautiful captured there in three).

And a piece of you Jack wouldn't be a piece if there wasn't music or cadance in it, into your last stanza's you bring it again... so beautiful, joined together with the waves of the sea, for that's a cadance too. As ever, a inspiration you are.

I think you are never alone, for there are many likewise on this second world you create...
Thank you for sharing this splendid work.

- Elisa

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend for your very kind and complimentary words about my poem and about me. I truly appreciate you.

[Rita L. Sev]

This "pane of glass" that reflects all that is you - your screen, which reflects less in the light of day...

The loss is felt on both sides...

Melancholy coming through here, Jack... hope you are finding smiles these days.

[Jack...]

Thank you Rita, my heart has been singing baritone for a while, hopefully that tune will change. I appreciate your kind words and your friendship.

[one sky]

Windows...from where you can see the sunrise...the world. You are not alone. Get out of your "house" and don't merely gaze at the window. There are plenty of beautiful things outside.

Nice release though. Keep writing.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend.

[Holly Mason]

well first this causes much for me...but I have to admit I wouldn't mind being swallowed up by the sea...oh just to taste the salt*)
as for your writing piece quite beautiful...windows show us the world and when casually looking out they can show us the soul....
thinking on this and letting go...but not alone
thank you for sharing fine sir

[Jack...]

Thanks Holly, I seem to gaze out and see only darkness lately. I appreciate you stopping by and smiling on me today with your kind words. You always brighten me...

[Marie]

This reflects melancholy...ghosts of the night...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Marie.