Cracked Window Poem by Robert Sheridan

No flowers in view – only
black roses now grow
peering through coal dusted
snow – footprints leave an
unimpressionable reminder
but the cracked window doesn’t
leave any symbolic clues...
The dim light shining through
shows everything is cracked
even inside – four walls
no doors open out – only in
in to diminish the square
footage – walls closing in
quickly make a wish for
the dim light to be extinguished...
All hanging pictures hung upside
down – watch the paint dripping
dripping through the cracks in the
floor – soon will be gray canvas
will have to brush stroke new
images – reflected only through the
cracked window...

'2008'