One Single Impression: Through A WindowOut Fran' s small window,
I saw her rustic garden
-pathway to treasure
For Kitty Genovese (d.1964)
She ran down the street,Windows closed as she screamed out
-they turned a deaf ear.
For years I've layed here,just looking out the window
-my normality.
Copyright 2008
17 comments:
I love the first one best. The second one too disturbing - because too often the case, unfortunately.
probing raw emotions_many thanks..
The treasure of a garden, I so identify with this. Lovely.
Taken together, these move from beauty and peace to trauma to stasis. Very effective, Edward. Each evokes a world in itself.
I like your observations, the second so sad, but true.
i found much solace in the first, a jolt of sad reality in the second & you in the third
The first is bright and cheery, yet as they progress it darkens, much like closing the shades on a window. A bit haunting. Thought provoking.
A range of moods. The first is lovely and sweet. The last two reflect dark truths. With those, you have opened windows on realities we mostly prefer not to look at.
In the second poem, I picture a schizophenic girl running out of the house, screaming, because of what she feared was following her. (Actually, she wanted to escape through a window.) People "shut the windows" because mental illness is terrifying to them; they don't know how to deal with it.
This is a wild medical frontier where much exploration remains to be done. Only truth can dispel people's fears and the shutting of their "windows" to the mentally ill.
(OK. I'm off my soap box now. I enjoyed your poetry.)
three good reflections on the theme.
A lot of emotion in here and lots to think about.
Wow! That is awesome!
a most enjoyable read edward... gardens are truly treasures (as a mad gardener there is nothing else).. it happens everyday, doesn't it.. there is nothing better than an open window...
#3 speaks to me - probably because I live it. :)
What a variety of poems came to your mind. I didn't know Kitty's story as it happened, but I heard of it as I grew up. Her name is forever embedded in my mind.
i love the first one too...gateways of emotion pours in that
So many sensitivities are opened up with a window! Lovely!
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