Saturday, February 7, 2015

The Uninvited




morguefile
dreamy glass by marlene dietrich
by Arien




windows tells stories,
sometimes ones
you wish you could hide.

they breathe,
insinuating themselves
into forms uninvited

forming agreements
between the inside and outside of me
until i wonder which is which.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015


Posted this rainy morning for Poets United Pantry


25 comments:

  1. I am sure that if windows could talk they would have so many stories. They see both what is inside....and what is outside. Their perspective is unparalleled. Wonderfully penned, Audrey.

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  2. windows allow us to see in....or even to choose to walk by...and what we glimpse through the window may not be the full sory as well...but only a glimpse...intriguing last stanza too...

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  3. I don't even know what to say. You see the world in a way few do...your creativity inspires me.

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  4. Such an intriguing concept Audrey ~ Which is which is what we are ready to show the world ~

    Grace

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  5. Yes, intriguing. I especially like the last stanza.

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  6. I really like this. I feel like I understand this and can relate so much to your words. Well done, Audrey :)

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  7. Love the intriguing metaphor here with windows.....

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  8. The last stanza tied it all together... sometimes i wonder if the meaning of the window is clear..

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  9. Such an interesting and beautifully written perspective on windows.

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  10. the blurring of the sides can be a challenge and so magical as well... windows connect the both sides in the most magical way...

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  11. which is which...when i read that line I felt that neither is real..as both are created inside this mind..very intriguing lines and good one to contemplate..smiles..

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  12. ..and either sides could tell diffirent realities.. i once was a window lad... dependent on windows & the stories it has to tell about the wind & birds & the stones & night & more... I like this. smiles.

    - ksm

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  13. Yes - are we trapped in or out...what a thought provoking piece

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  14. Yes, sometimes that is the question, which is which. And sometimes you are trapped in one or another, longing for the other. Well done, I enjoyed reading it.

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  15. I like how is your stanza pulls me in...I want to know what stories there....then in last lines you're saying they are mingle....what is fun and really show the interconnection of everything in our inner and outer world....nice intro... :)

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  16. You've brought it to its right perspective Audrey! Window to the world is opening up to eventualities of immerse opportunities if only one cares!

    Hank

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  17. Should we not be the same in and out? Great poem looking at that idea.

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  18. Yes, a window is a great metaphor for what can be revealed or hidden about oneself ~ how much one is willing to open up ~ thought-provoking write.

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  19. Nicely penned. I often look at windows and wonder what's inside.

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  20. A very clever play on the stories of a building in terms of its floors and the stories within those floors as seen through the windows. Works super well, Audrey, thanks! k. (Manicddaily)

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  21. honestly never thought of this until now, Audrey.

    Will be looking out for them on my walks :)
    beautiful composition, though :)

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  22. Very thought-provoking, Audrey.

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