"windowlight" poems
Shutters down,
No windowlight,
Not a single sound.
A scratching quill,
A windowsill;
A couple of flyaway pages.
Scribbling down
My Incoherent muse',
Desperate attempts
At a poem or two.
Trying to find
A you and I
In this world
I've created.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
Love and the Sunday Funnies
We will not turn on the radio today
We will repudiate its veto over us
We will silence its news and its noise
We will not wait upon its appointed hours
We will sit in the windowlight and read
Maybe the Great Books, or maybe the funnies
-The funnies!
Let’s read the funnies to each other, and laugh
About Charlie Brown and his kite-eating tree
And joyfully fling the funnies and ourselves
Upon the sunbeams, all over the floor
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
We will not turn on the radio today
We will repudiate its veto over us
We will silence its news and its noise
We will not wait upon its appointed hours
We will sit in the windowlight and read
Maybe the Great Books, or maybe the funnies
-The funnies!
Let’s read the funnies to each other, and laugh
About Charlie Brown and his kite-eating tree
And joyfully fling the funnies and ourselves
Upon the sunbeams, all over the floor
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
Purples, blues, greens, pinks.
Colours of my mind,
when a wondrous sound rings.
Whispers and wardrobes and windowlight winks.
Invitations transport me.
Purples, blue, greens, pinks.
Fears and sorrys and hurting word stings.
i can supress all those,
when a wondrous sound rings.
Wishing and wonder and winding i thinks.
i’m enchanted by colours.
Purples, blues, greens, pinks.
But i do, and i am, and i wanted not and things.
i’m reminded of those,
when a wondrous sound rings.
i’ll do, and i’ll dream.
i’ll sorry and i’ll seem.
Purples, blues, greens, pinks,
When a wondrous sound rings.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 5:40 AM UTC