Window Pain

Window Pain

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison



water droplets against the window pane

...blurring, me reeling,

from lack of substance;

too many days running together,

too fast-


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.

© 2014 Kristina Moulaison

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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.

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Kristina Moulaison

6 Years Ago

:) Thanks!

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Added on February 15, 2014
Last Updated on February 20, 2014
Tags: restlessness, life, frustration, impatience, procrastination, mortality


Kristina Moulaison
Kristina Moulaison

Bellingham, WA

I write. Read me. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..