Susan Lacovara

Gold Star - 7,272 Points (1963 / New York)

Watching Windows, From Afar - Poem by Susan Lacovara

So many windows, I walk past
each day, from different directions,
towards different destinations...


What lies behind them...

Those, with the fancy floral valances,
fluttering in an afternoon breeze
behind the whitewashed shutters
of suburban life
Do they open to reveal an overcooked meal
made by an overworked single mother...

And who sits, silently starring out,
from the half-closed blinds
that cover the broken window pane
Someone neglected to replace...

What happens inside the house
where the bedroom light is always on...
Is there someone waiting for someone's return
Or are they merely afraid of the dark...

Still I wonder....

Is the steam on the glass,
to the window,
on the right...
from a too-long-of-a-day shower,
for a father whose paycheck, again falls short
or is the furnace turned up so high
just to warm the aged bones of a grandmother
too long, left alone...

Might there be a newlywed couple,
In that pretty painted country cottage...
Their private port holes, laces with rows
of perfectly potted pansies
as they propose their endless love...

Watching windows, from afar...

Did I forget to close mine.....

Poet's Notes about The Poem

(10/16/13) curious to know why so many neighbors remain strangers...

Comments about Watching Windows, From Afar by Susan Lacovara

  • Joshua Terpening (10/1/2014 7:01:00 PM)

    wow! this is a great poem. it reveals much about your thoughts. o how wandering are the wonderings of poets! vivid imagery. the beauty lies when one's sight sees not the window itself, but what is revealed on the other side. Much light and love! (Report) Reply

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  • Anthony Burkett (2/2/2014 2:19:00 PM)

    An interesting survey of the human desire for anonymity… perhaps it’s tight spaces that create closed doors. (Report) Reply

  • (10/28/2013 2:26:00 AM)

    Some interesting characters and prospects for neighbours, we may know or never bother to know. Perhaps we need to start with 'Hello'. (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (10/19/2013 2:29:00 PM)

    Your curiosity is shared by many, but not many would be able to describe it so beautifully. Good work by a pair of keen, observant eyes and a thoughtful mind. (Report) Reply

  • John Mccullagh (10/16/2013 9:13:00 PM)

    A very true observation, we remain strangers to almost all the people who make their homes near ours. It is a phenomenon of modern life when even children play alone in the electronic village and not on the streets (Report) Reply

  • Poetheart Morgan (10/16/2013 2:08:00 PM)

    Oh! Poetess they have afraid. In each window you'll see a pair of eyes trying to hide! ! ! !
    Why? I dont know. Mine are opens all day! ! ! !
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  • (10/16/2013 1:55:00 AM)

    an extremely sensitive piece of work. truly we live till the end with strangers. (Report) Reply

  • Jayne Davies (10/16/2013 12:50:00 AM)

    How true this is! It's right to say, but nobody knows
    how others actually live their lives, and it's something
    that I've thought about on occasions, Very well written!
    Well done x
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  • Olumide Familusi (10/16/2013 12:09:00 AM)

    A very beautiful poem 10+. Had reasons to think like this but never had the words to express it as beautiful as you've done. I tip my hat! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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