Share
Print
Save
Follow
whitechapelwitch
She peeks through the curtain.
Of this I am certain,
she knows nothing of fear
as I draw myself near.
A smile is on her face
as I quicken my pace.
The window grows dark
but she left her mark.
I know which room she does live in.
It must be tidy as a pin.
Her dark eyes have beseeched me.
I know she will complete me.
I just have to summon the courage
before my heart goes back to storage.
We belong together as one.
I won’t stop until I have won.
I raise my hand to the door.
My tears are ready to pour.
I won’t step away.
I’ve come to here stay.
provide lots of inspiration. Tbe window has a nice
romantic appeal. Seems there is a lot about to
happen, a meeting that will lead to love and intimacy.
I like your poem ( The Window )It is hard to make each line rhythm
You may not want to have every line rhythm maybe every other line or
first and last line of verse. I am just saying this on the above poem
I will search your poems and read. I do love rhythmic poems,
that make music with the words. Yours had a nice story.
Thanks keep it up Darryl Ehlers
Ron
The poem is dark in places, but overall courage won out I do believe. I know it would have won out if I were in that situation.
Love ya!
Jane
well done dear Susanne, xo