When you look through my window, what do you see?
Does your own reflection distort,
distract from my own?
Or do those dark eyes
perceive my frantic efforts to achieve meaning,
see through the fragile skin
to bones as stark as grave?
Can you see past the crumbs,
past the messiness of life in the living,
to the heart beating love
and sons and daughters,
meetings and givings,
turmoil and rest?
And I wonder –
Have you mastered
the mystery of your own survival,
do you know where
when the discomfort of the stretch
Can you tell tales
to keep nightmares away
during unending Arabian nights?
Do you wonder
the way I wonder
this glass between us
distorts how I see you,
how you perceive me.
there is only
this film of silica
knowing the other.
If this glass were cut,
would we bleed
I enjoyed the poem. I like poems that open the door to questions and thoughts. A excellent poem.
Thanks John! I have found a lot of fresh inspiration in reading short stories and poems which intrigue and tease the mind – I’m so glad I could achieve that with this piece. I was trying for it… 🙂
[…] Through a Glass Darkly. […]
Yes, what do they see?
Wouldn’t it be fun to do some spying?? 😉
Fantastic. There’s a back story here, isn’t there? But alas, I wax presumptuous.
Isn’t there always a back story? 😉
Well, in any honest literature, yes. Well done.
Melody, dear. Melody. Melody. Melody. I am speechless— Such talent. You are in a poetic renaissance. Is there room for two? 😉 E PS- I pour one more cup of coffee and I shall ponder it again and again.
Wow – making Eric speechless? Epic! 🙂 Thanks so much…
Beautiful, insightful and intriguing. One of my favorites!
Thanks Symanntha! 🙂