What the Window Framed

I thought it was a picture,
and I wanted to turn it into a song,
so I kept trying to look and gaze it in,

but words can’t describe what I don’t understand,
and my glance dropped,
like it wouldn’t let them try.

But it’d touched my eyes when it
turned them away,
and that was when I knew it as it was.

I could take a photograph to tell me how it looks,
and paint you a second-hand tale.

Or, I could write you a first-hand song,
looking away, at a distance
from the sun.

9 thoughts on “What the Window Framed

  1. A very interesting poem, and found your perspective of your framed view fascinating, I especially liked these lines
    “I could take a photograph to tell me how it looks,
    and paint you a second-hand tale.”
    Well done, and I’d like to thank you for following my blog/website, muchly appreciated, I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from Geelong, Australia. Cheers. Ivor.


    • ivor20, Thank you very much! Happy to be following yours.
      It’s cool to know you’re from Australia. I’m from the U.S., and it’s always great to get the perspective of someone from a different context than my own. I spent a few weeks in Australia for attending a sports tournament back in the day. I really enjoyed it, though of course I only got a small glimpse!


      • ivor20, I can’t figure out how to reply directly to your most recent comment, so I’ll just say here: Oh nice! I hope you enjoy the area and have a great time meeting your cousins!
        *edited to add: Oh great, the comment showed up in a sensible spot anyways.


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