in a box wrapped
tight with expectations
reiterations
of still darkness
(and then I opened
another window)
street gray-misting
scarlet-tipped trees
all neighbors
behind these fences
(and then I opened
another window)
to cloud-strewn
only-sky blue
(and then I opened)
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in a box wrapped
tight with expectations
Oh my friend..what a beautiful, loaded opening line. This was beautiful.
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You make my day with your encouraging words. 🙂
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I love the opening line too!
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Thank you, dear poet friend.
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Oh my god, seriously? This poem?
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Ha, yeah. It took me a second read to realize you meant a computer window, not a glass one. And by then it was too late.
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I like your image better than mine anyway 🙂
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I want to know what you saw through the next window.
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I love the slow unraveling throughout the poem building to the release and upward movement at the end.
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That middle stanza–such a great image. Like Nate, I love how slowly this builds. The rhythm is so soothing…
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Such compact, effective images! Love it!
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This is something I have felt – opening different windows until you see something that makes you feel better/more complete. I also love the title, with the connotation of a butterfly deciding to come out only when the world looked nice enough.
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This was lovely. I think my favorite was the middle stanza, but I also loved the ending, and the beginning, so pretty much the whole thing. 🙂
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I love the optimism, the willingness to connect in this, made more imperative by the title. Nicely done.
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