The Curtains Poem by April Lane

The Curtains

Rating: 5.0


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

Sunday, November 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts,time,wind
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuy Amante 08 November 2015

wonderful creative imagery rich

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Kumarmani Mahakul 08 November 2015

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

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