a window is a thing of philosophy.
lets you see in and me see out,
lets light in and shadows out,
each land its own particular brand
French windows almost from the floor
and higher up than a door, relieves a
darkened room to let the air fly out
memories of misty musky night,
Dutch bay windows seated,
riches that are in door,
to peek or brazenly gape
Italian windows ostentatiously decorated
German architecture neat and clean,
MacGregor Scotch not deco and cold frills
Vienese oh so sweet and art nouveau
for all birds that sing, hop upon the window sill,
sounds of anger tarry at will,
A wiindow if you will is a way of life
decorative, not the painting of still life
laughter is free and easy,
sounded flies out to infect
windows to escape or let in the din
looks out or into dynamics of real life,
ornamentated draws attention,
lets its face both see or be seen,
a candle light in the window of night
a sight, a guiding light for weary wanderers
lost souls or intruders,
the folk reside within
shuttered confined, iron grailings cover up,
what was supposed to afford free acssess
each window has its own philosophy
Very philosophical writes Shimon...........if I ever need a home improvement particularly havin an uplift for my windows, I'll sure know who to look for. Are you somekind of exterior/interior designer beside sculpting words for thought?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey Shimon...I love the philosophy behind this one...it could easily lead the reader down many paths...great work