My Window
by Cheryl Ann Amsler
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Looking out an empty window.
Overwhelmed by emotions,
drowning in my thoughts,
all I can do is
look out my window.
Looking for answer's, looking for myself,
looking for him, out my window
Sitting, uneased by circumstance.
He created an angel for me in his smile, and god on his lips.
I find peace in his eyes, and I want to dive.....
Hold me in reassurance,
kiss me with endearing thoughts.
He held, he kissed with love on his mind and in his heart.
Time resides and leaves me empty an blue.
All I can do is think and miss him,
while looking out this window.
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| Reviewed by Craig Bateman (Reader) |
4/14/2004 |
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I have read a few of your poems and you have a good sense of word economy, saying alot with few words. Your poems are accessible and the words are placed well.
I think the window is a great image in this poem, and conveys alot of emotion.
Peace to you.
Craig |
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