April Lane


The Curtains - Poem by April Lane

In the grey of the afternoon
Whimsical breeze tortures the gossamer curtains
Sucked in, they clutch at the window
Then exhale violently the next breath of breeze

Time of pensive remembering
I lie adrift as thoughts intangible wander
The past draining through the window
Meets the future behind the restless curtains

Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts, time, wind

Form: Free Verse


Comments about The Curtains by April Lane

  • Alice Perfect (11/8/2015 11:51:00 PM)


    wonderful
    creative
    imagery
    rich
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/8/2015 11:46:00 PM)


    Meets the future behind the restless curtains..Very amazing expression shared with reality and mind. Nicely penned.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 8, 2015



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