i see a
window from where i stand
an empty chair, its
silent stare
a wall that peels in words
of white
lost to desired days
i feel the framework
of a life
designed and milled
its tapestry, and
cross a
page of pardoned
grace
that lingers fair
towards
a night
and who? would
share this
place with me, a chair
a room
of memory
and who? would
hasten to
deny a lot
made in terms of yesterday
i see the window open wide
its winter's haze
turned within
and waltz in eggshell
pasted hues
in promise
of a giving spring
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2014
the strongest part of this for me is the longing or want of someone to share the room with...perhaps come spring...smiles.
ReplyDeletethat is a cool pic.. and cool where it took you as well.. the promise of a giving spring was what moved me most...the hope...
ReplyDeleteAn empty room needs to be filled... great rhythm in this piece.. simple still intricate like filigree...
ReplyDeleteThe hope and promise expressed in this poem are so inspiring!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful flow. Especially like the well crafted imagery - "framework of life designed and milled in tapestry"... "and waltz in eggshell pasted hues in promise of a giving spring"... excellent work!
ReplyDeleteIn that light there is always a promise.... Of hope, of dreams, of spring. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThe window open wide seems to invite another into this room with an empty chair. Hopefully this will happen soon.
ReplyDeleteI suppose emptiness is only filled by reaching out
ReplyDeleteI liked the metaphor of spring in this poem.
The line "a wall that peels in words" was a beautifully enigmatic image and I very much enjoyed this read.
ReplyDeleteI like the framework.. entices the reader through the story. yes, 'a giving spring'.. lovely, evocative phrase.
ReplyDeleteOur age -- this medium -- is visual. The alchemy you work is to lamp those drab exteriors with a bright inside -- harrowing and hallowing the image. It's thankless work but there's a terrible cost to soul if it's neglected. The strength of this poem is that the lead image is just a footnote.
ReplyDeleteThe promise..the hope..someone to share with, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI am struck by the turn from the melancholy of an abandoned room to the hope of light and promise of spring...well done and nicely written.
ReplyDeleteI am swept away in the rhythm here
ReplyDeletequite beautiful
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ReplyDeleteAs always you blow me away...a feather in a hurricane! Your words are well chosen and strong. Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteI love that you've given the empty chair hope!
ReplyDeleteA promise that hopefully comes true when the crummy winter is through
ReplyDeleteThe melancholy as you gaze out to the winter's haze from the your empty chair is palapable ~ My favorite part is the use of eggshell in the ending:
ReplyDeletewaltz in eggshell
pasted hues
in promise
of a giving spring
This created a sad feeling in me. i saw the loneliness and yearning, but also the openness and the hope. It's a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteLoneliness is very tangible in your poem, yet the open door suggests things might change.
ReplyDeleteyes, a very lonely, longing write... The spirit of want for a love as warm as spring a midst this chilling winter is carried through out. strong piece.
ReplyDelete"and who? would
ReplyDeleteshare this
place with me, a chair
a room
of memory"
Nicely composed, both image and words evoke a sense of time marching on, age, change, longing. I find as I get older, the same questions surface ever more frequently in my own thoughts.
Loved this, Barbara! The pace, images, word choice. Total package of warmth for this reader.
ReplyDeleteSo many lovely phrases but this one... and waltz in eggshell pasted hues in promise of a giving spring...wow.
ReplyDeletewell..this certainly brings a nostalgic feel to me..of the desperate..ways of indoor life..
ReplyDeletewell..as i might not look like it..if ya were to visit my words..and photos..
But there was no choice for me but almost complete shut-in for over 60 months...
I hate indoors..this computer is only a window to souls for me...
Otherwise..the indoors would now..never be a place for me to longer visit..
Thanks for inspiring that memory for me..through your words here..friend...
And happy New Year 2ya2!
I love this photo by Evgeny Yaryshev .. and the poem that accompanies it.
ReplyDeleteReally a lovely poignant poem full of longing for a love, a friend.. meaning. A hanging onto a thread of hope…
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