From the Window

What can be seen from the opulent glass upon the sill?

From the Window

Looking from the window, to see a partly sunny day. 

Turning clouds into adventure, with fluffs in disarray.

                                          Subtle                          breeze                              to 

                                          see                               blowing.                         With 

                                          the                               rivers                                fast 

                                          and                              flowing,                            and

                                          all                                flowers                             still 

                                          yet                               growing.                           The

                                          glass                            not yet                             filled

                                          of                                 keen                             wonder.

                                          Watching from the window, the rain pelts at the panes.

                                          Vapor fills soft air outside, like the smoke from trains. 

                                          Trees                           dance                                 to 

  the                               rhythm.                              As 

                                          if                                  trying                                to             

                                          say                               Carpe                             Diem.     

                                          Birds                            taking                           shelter,   

                                          when                            avoiding                           the 

                                          fervor.                          Hope                                  is 

                                          the dashing sill that is never undone from the window.

                                                          

                                                      

Reviews

[Aura]

I have to say, this is an interesting way to communicate this poem, its like a word puzzle that I was trying to piece together.

Subtle breeze see to blowing
With the rivers fast and flowing.
And all flowers still yet growing
The glass not yet filled of keen wonder.

Trees dance to the rhythm
As if trying to say Carpe Diem
Birds taking shelter, when avoiding the fervor.

Did I read and write the words in the columns correctly?! From ones window, they can see many things, a whole city coming to life!

[Poetic Phlox]

Thank you so much Aura, and I appreciate your review. I wanted to create a concrete poem of a window, as if looking out into the city and the world itself. And yes, you certainly read the words in the the columns correctly. I will say, it is "Subtle breeze to see blowing." However, it is nothing to worry about :)

[Aura]

You are welcome!

[Temperance]

What a clever way of arranging the words to
Match the imagery of the words. I can see the rain pelting against the windows. Very nicely done!

[Poetic Phlox]

Thank you, and I truly appreciate your lovely review. I am certainly glad you enjoyed reading the imagery portrayed in the poem.

[Neville]

this is quite simply brill .. actually, it is far more than that .. actually, there is nothing simple about it at all .. very clever indeed and needs to be seen, to be believed .. and I am sure it will be my new found literary friend :)

[Poetic Phlox]

I truly thank you for your kind words Neville, and I appreciate your lovely review my good friend :)