| Photo by Kay L. Davies, December 2011 |
I once had a window made for me
so I could look outside and see
our crabapple tree whose frozen fruit
the birds and deer would come to loot
However, after four lines of said doggerel, I began to think about no windows, and the thought made me feel hollow inside, so I wrote something else.
HOLLOW INSIDE
a house without windows
a boat full of holes
on the ocean floor
a life without living
a song with no tune
there’s no thanksgiving
with no harvest moon
we remain unforgiven
if there was no sin
for there was no window
no one looking in
Kay L. Davies, January, 2013
One of your best, Kay!!!
ReplyDeleteI like the window view from your room and your poem on seeing the crabapple tree ~
ReplyDeleteBut the house without windows will depress me Kay ~ Enjoyed your hollowed version too ~
Kay, I like where your mind went with this challenge...from your own window to a life without windows. Indeed no thanksgiving with no harvest moon, and it would be indeed a pretty dim life if one could never look out or see anyone looking in.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed both the (literally and figuratively) lighter poem and the windowless poem as well. Very nice! :)
ReplyDeleteI loved this entire post. And how wonderful your husband is, to give you a window on the world right by your desk!
ReplyDeleteMarvelous write, Kay!
ReplyDeleteThe entire piece is delightful...in the first is the joy of looking out..the second the darkness of life without a view...
ReplyDeleteI like the way your mind turned this inside out, so to speak. Nice write, Kay.
ReplyDeleteWow Kay! This is fantastic! You are such an incredible poet. I'm looking out my window right now and see rain. It's wonderful! For me... though maybe not for the tourists.
ReplyDeleteThis gave me chills, Kay. Honestly, it went straight through me, as only truth can.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you changed your mind! The new poem has a great freshness about it.
ReplyDeleteInterest tour around the subject.:)
ReplyDeleteYou definitely reveal why you are grateful for your own window, home, world. Nicely tuned!
ReplyDeleteExcellent, Kay. Being serious becomes you. Frightening to think of a house with no windows, even a cave has an entrance that lets in light.
ReplyDelete"a boat full of holes
ReplyDeleteon the ocean floor"
I love this!!
I really enjoy that your posts are so conversational, Kay. Thank you for the view out your window and even the hollow one as well!
That is one questionable boat! One way ride to Davy Jones' locker!
ReplyDeletewhoosh, kay, i love your no-window poem, but i'm also fond of your so-called doggerel. yay!
ReplyDeleteThis is fabulous.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem, Kay - this idea of the witness so important. Thanks. k.
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