Again I’ve taken liberties with the Poefusion prompt, ‘The window had other views’.
Perspectives
Reading poems is like looking through a window
where the view is infinitely changeable.
Some days the window is like a crystal chandelier,
on others like a car windscreen on a cold morning
until the demister kicks in.
The window is also be like a hall of mirrors.
April 17, 2008 at 3:15 pm
Love how you compared the window to writing. How beautiful our writing can be some days and others we have to wonder where it came from. Beautiful effort. Thanks for giving this prompt a try. Have a nice day.
April 18, 2008 at 12:13 am
i am forever amazed at the way some people interpret my poetry… i wonder what kind of a genius i would be,, if i had the insight in writing them,, as some have in their interpretation……