Staring past my open window
Looking to all beyond
The breeze blowing the tall willow
Who stands guard o’re the pond
Warm summer air completes the day
Butterflies dance in the sun’s rays
Warm summer air
Warm summer air
In this spot, forever I’ll stay
Staring past my open window
To the dark clouds above
From the sky, heartbroken tears flow
As one who’s lost their love
Broken beauty covers the ground
Encompassing all that’s around
Broken Beauty
Broken Beauty
Drifting to sleep by rhythmic sound
Staring past my open window
To drifting flakes of white
Snug’ling in a blanket of snow
All is hidden from sight
The smell of peace fills the crisp air
The world is still, untouched by care
The smell of peace
The smell of peace
Through my precious window I stare
I have always loved what can be seen when you simply take yourself out of a situation and stare quietly from the sidelines. Everything seems to take on a new life when you choose to do so.
Widows have always been a friend to me... They're an escape from whatever I may be thinking or feeling, they're a beginning to an imaginary life I could have beyond its pane. When my heart is crying along with the sky, I can practically see myself standing on the other side of the glass, with my arms stretched open wide, palms facing upward, touching the physical expression of what I feel on the inside.
Through a window, there are possibilities.
Through a window, there is another me.
The ‘me’ that isn't afraid to take chances.
The ‘me’ that isn't afraid of "What could happen".
The ‘me’ that thinks and feels and responds to everything with the passion that burns from deep within.
The ‘me’ I am on the inside.
And so I watch from windows, and see the world beyond. I feel it. Because deep inside myself, there is no glass; I am on the other side.
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This poem format is called a Trijan Refrain. the pattern itself is a tad on the complicated side. Made up of three stanzas with nine lines in each, the rhyming scheme is a bit different, A/B/A/B/C/C/D/D/C, but the really interesting thing is the syllable count per line, which is 8/6/8/6/8/8/4/4/8. Line 7 and line 8 will be made up of the first four syllables in line 5, (example: Broken Beauty covers the ground... Broken Beauty, Broken Beauty...) Also, the first line in all of the stanzas is the same.
And that's about it! If you got all of that, congratulations, you’re awesome! If you have to read that through a few times to get it, then... congratulations, you're human!
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