The girl at the window
looks out
she sees nothing...
Her life is nothing -
as empty as the room
behind her
her thoughts reverberate
through the rooms where
pain has visited and
loneliness has overstayed
its welcome
She does not look real...
her life is one-dimensional
her world is flat
and square
within the frame of the window -
the window a gaping mouth
emitting a silent
scream into the
night
'She does not look real... her life is one-dimensional her world is flat and square within the frame of the window - ' Wonderful imagery!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yuri-you come up with some astonishing imagery as in the last stanza here with 'the window a gaping mouth/ emitting a silent/ scream into the/ night' and being sucked in a black heart in another poem. The skin you leave in these poems is real, is felt, is alive. Good work. John