Sunday, July 6, 2008

So Many Windows, So Much To See

One Single Impression: Through A Window

Out Fran' s small window,
I saw her rustic garden
-pathway to treasure
For Kitty Genovese (d.1964)

Knife She ran down the street,
Windows closed as she screamed out
-they turned a deaf ear.


Bed For years I've layed here,
just looking out the window
-my normality.


Copyright 2008





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17 comments:

  1. spacedlawJuly 6, 2008 at 5:08 AM

    I love the first one best. The second one too disturbing - because too often the case, unfortunately.

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  2. zoya gautamJuly 6, 2008 at 6:28 AM

    probing raw emotions_many thanks..

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  3. me ann my cameraJuly 6, 2008 at 6:45 AM

    The treasure of a garden, I so identify with this. Lovely.

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  4. SandyCarlsonJuly 6, 2008 at 7:32 AM

    Taken together, these move from beauty and peace to trauma to stasis. Very effective, Edward. Each evokes a world in itself.

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  5. AnonymousJuly 6, 2008 at 7:36 AM

    I like your observations, the second so sad, but true.

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  6. qualcosa di belloJuly 6, 2008 at 8:51 AM

    i found much solace in the first, a jolt of sad reality in the second & you in the third

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  7. BarbJuly 6, 2008 at 10:19 AM

    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.

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  8. RavenJuly 6, 2008 at 2:27 PM

    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.

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  9. JoyceJuly 6, 2008 at 7:39 PM

    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.)

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  10. Gerald (Ackworth born)July 7, 2008 at 4:12 AM

    three good reflections on the theme.

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  11. AnonymousJuly 7, 2008 at 12:47 PM

    A lot of emotion in here and lots to think about.

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  12. AnonymousJuly 7, 2008 at 5:56 PM

    Wow! That is awesome!

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  13. AnonymousJuly 7, 2008 at 8:26 PM

    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...

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  14. AnonymousJuly 8, 2008 at 2:25 AM

    #3 speaks to me - probably because I live it. :)

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  15. Patois42July 8, 2008 at 5:05 AM

    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.

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  16. DeLiJuly 8, 2008 at 6:38 AM

    i love the first one too...gateways of emotion pours in that

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  17. Gemma Wiseman aka Pamela AdamsJuly 8, 2008 at 7:31 AM

    So many sensitivities are opened up with a window! Lovely!

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