(06new!) Another Poem On The Balcony Poem by Max Reif

(06new!) Another Poem On The Balcony

Rating: 3.1


I sit in the walled
bunker of my mind,
perched on its revolving turret,
looking through its windows, and see

only the friendly, waving trees, and hear
only the breeze in their branches.
The sky is motionless
in its blue chemise.

There's nothing to defend against.
For once, the turret can rest,
the walls can come down.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alison Cassidy 25 May 2007

A meditative delight using a wonderful metaphor. Good sometimes to let go of the struggle... love this. Allie xxxx

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Robert Howard 24 May 2007

A golden evening - free from all fear.

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Nimal Dunuhinga 14 May 2007

From the top you see things, as it is, Max I really enjoyed.

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