Do you think in shades of black or white,
where it's always all or nothing?
Have you forgotten where the window is,
and how the sky looks at sunrise,
when blues and greys paint the world?
Have your senses dulled so that
you gloss over all the glory
of nature's many colors,
like brushstrokes streaking over a blank canvas?
If it's always all or nothing
and you can't find the window,
then ask someone to show you to the door.
Step out into the garden
on a delicate May morning,
and listen to the plants sway in the breeze.
Find names for all the colors-
emerald and yellow, grey and black, red and purple,
that surround you so completely-
and remember isolation only wins when you give in.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections on a Window
PoetryUnedited. Raw poetry from the mind of an aspiring author. When it comes to me, it will find its home here. Types and forms of poems will vary.
