#windowsill
my cat sits in the windowsill often.
i wonder what she thinks about
while laying in the light
of the setting sun
does she dream?
does she think about me?
when my cat sits in the windowsill
i appreciate how pretty she is
with her black and white fur
and yellow eyes
i like it when she gets distracted
by tiny things
like birds or flies
or the neighbours cat
if i were a cat in a windowsill
i think i would be at peace
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 6:42 PM UTC
*
*Flame tongues ravages wood,
licking till its black splints
A mug of cocoa caresses my palms
and my lap became a coaster
Every sip leaves me feeling toasty
My forehead rests upon the glass
console by Frost's lips
Jack's designs were of floral mandalas
Soft as clouds, gentle flakes
Each made with love for no design ever the same
I admire as they rain,
I imagine that they whisper secrets as they fall
Giggling so softly yet as pure as a baby's laugh
Coating all that is viridian in a shawl of white
Untouched
Unmarred
Cool yet so crisp
Beckoning for all to come out in a rush
For snowmen to be built, for snowballs to take flight
We would never feel your cold touch because
the warmth you give keeps us as one
Seeping down to our laughs,
You keep us close to our inner child
Nostalgia rests upon my lips
And greater still
Are these tender moments of unity
Upon my window sill*
*
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
break me—
as much as you will.
so long as I
will always still
drift away
off my window sill.
my life of joy,
I shall wait until...
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 1:03 AM UTC
Tea
Wisps of steam
Arise from dead leaves
To grace the presence of my windowsill
And the snow
How it blows and falls between
My future and me
But in the immediate reality of me
Is tea
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
The porcelain bird flew so very high
until its neck encountered with the ground.
From the windowsill to the edge of night
it died alone; with no one else around.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
13/04/18
Today I said words that didn’t mean what I wanted him to hear
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
on windowsill rain
drums,makes memories march on
hooting, jubilant
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
That moment by a windowsill when you're looking through a shade
At a different world outside yourself and yet inside remains the same
Do not wonder about what could've been or worry about the other way
Instead let time and seasons pass, good memories come, and bad memories fade away
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
She stands on the edge of her window sill
Two story's high,
She wonders if she will die
For all she wants is to fly
Fly high and away,
She wishes not to stay but go away
If there was away,
Or a push of a bottom,
She would have to nerves to do,
What she has never done
As her feet are on the edge;
she looks up to the sky
And asks why
Why can't I fly?
I have dreams
I wish to achieve
But to afraid to find my way
To afraid to pave my way
So I stay...
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
She was sitting on her windowsill,
looking at the tree's.
She was sitting on the windowsill,
with her hands between her knee's.
Her mind was at the edge of nowhere,
waiting to be seen.
But nobody came to look for her,
not the clouds, nor the tree's.
Her feet were braced right at the edge,
no longer anyplace to flee.
She was sitting on her windowsill,
thinking how soft the ground looked
way up with the tree's.
Downwards she tumbled,
now she was seen.
She is sitting at her windowsill,
floating with the birds and the bee's.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC