Window Pain

Unrest...

water droplets against the window pane

...blurring, me reeling,

from lack of substance;

too many days running together,

too fast-

wondering...

what more can be said:

will these ragged unraveled ends

be mended to meet,

this dress in the back of my closet,

dusty at the shoulders,

be made to zip,

hallways full of things unspoken

(too much neglect swept up

and collected in dustpans,

lingering, waning words

drifting in air, pocketed and popped

spread across wooden planked floor).

...what more can be done

to slow

these hours.

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

Well you could write a poem about how to eat time. whoops you just did that. Maybe get the snow off your drive way? whoops I just did that. Seems like you've solved the problem, at least for us.

[Kristina Moulaison]

:) Thanks!