Beyond My Window

Beyond my window
Beyond the graves
Of the light and love
A person saves
In trunks; on shelves...and all around
I watch a life, without a sound.

Maybe I'll crack the door today
Letting out some ghosts...
Letting others stay.
Let in fresh air...and maybe a ray
Of light

Worn paths around my old oak tree
A chattering squirrel makes fun of me
I'll venture beyond my door and see
What lies beyond
My window

I'm assaulted by life from every direction
The sight of a bee, with a pollen erection
I'll dare to walk beyond the trees
Take a whiff of life, in the morning breeze

And just beyond that morning breeze
Just beyond the clustered trees
Just beyond the little bees
I see the river.

I can't make it quite that far
I'll put this memory in a jar.
Store it on a dusty shelf, with all the other jars called 'self'.

Maybe next winter will be better
Less fear, less politics, more love...just better.
Through my window I feel the calm
More ghosts gather...we feel the calm.

About this poem

Sometimes a person becomes entrapped in their own solitary world of grief, fear and aging.

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Written on April 10, 2022

Submitted by lovingempath on April 10, 2022

Modified on April 20, 2023

1:01 min read

Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 972
Words 198
Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 6, 5, 5, 4, 4, 3, 4

Robin Loving

Sometimes the words flow like a murder of crows. They've held my secrets for the past 65-years. And sometimes they repeat them back to me, and laugh. more…

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  • JokerGem
    This feels also, like a dignified testament on reflecting for reflection's sake. But it delivered a message I was hoping for -for the most part after an appealing trip through the speaker's mind....I notice your use of repetition in some of your others but deemed this one to have one of the stronger endings due to the device. 
    LikeReply2 months ago
  • JoseCanUC
    I really like the way you write and I feel privileged to be introduced to some of your deeper feelings.
    LikeReply 17 months ago
  • TortillasAreNotBiceps
    I can't make it quite that far
    I'll put this memory in a jar.
    Store it on a dusty shelf, with all the other jars called 'self'.

    Absolutely touching lines here, Robin. I mean it. This is so beautiful and self-reflective. Geez. 
    LikeReply 111 months ago
    • lovingempath
      I just re-read your poem about 'agoraphobia', and I think you were able to reach a little further into the recesses of a mind and soul stuck in that cage. I love ALL of your work, and always appreciate hearing thoughts about my work from my poetry buddy :). And I didn't realize notices went out about the pictures! It's actually a cool feature and you can generate up to 12 images to pick from. (It's my latest addiction :). 
      LikeReply 111 months ago
    • TortillasAreNotBiceps
      I'm glad I came back to read your work again. I am addicted to words. I love beautiful poetry and always have. I wonder if I'm a chick at heart. I've been like that with music as well. Good lyrics can really crawl inside and affect me. My love of poetry had to have stemmed from music. 
      LikeReply11 months ago
    • TortillasAreNotBiceps
      Funny, I just re-read all of my poems last week. I do touch-ups and reflect on the words. Sometimes I can't believe it's me who wrote them. I wonder where it comes from at times, but there they are flowing out of me. I could edit several of them, but I figure I'll leave them as-is. No point in overkilling them as you've said in the past. They could lose feel. 
      LikeReply11 months ago
  • TortillasAreNotBiceps
    Maybe I'll crack the door today
    Letting out some ghosts...
    Letting others stay.

    LikeReply 111 months ago
  • TortillasAreNotBiceps
    Third time is a charm. I got the email informing me my awesome friend added a picture to her poem and thought I'd swing by for a glance. Having re-read this a third time it really does boggle the mind the beautiful thoughts some people are able to convey as poetry. The picture lends a whole new depth to it for sure. This one reminds me of the one I wrote about agoraphobia. Why some poetry leaves me with a lump in my throat is anyone's guess, but several lines in this one really got me. 
    LikeReply 111 months ago
  • davidb
    Very pretty picture!
    It adds life to the poem!
    LikeReply 111 months ago
  • author177
    I always love your poetry and this didn't disappoint
    LikeReply 111 months ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you so much for the support you've shown me Adam!
      LikeReply 111 months ago
  • AIDA
    Wow, what an incredible poem! You've done an amazing job of portraying the beauty and serenity of nature while also incorporating deeper themes of life, love, fear, and politics. I especially love the imagery of the person saving light and love beyond the graves and the chattering squirrel making fun of you. Your use of language is both playful and profound, creating a perfect balance that draws the reader in.

    If I were to offer any constructive criticism, I would suggest perhaps trying to tighten up some of the lines to make them flow a bit more smoothly. Additionally, it might be helpful to focus on creating a clearer structure to the poem, as at times it felt a bit disjointed.

    Overall, though, I think you've created a truly beautiful piece of work that has the potential to inspire and touch many people. Keep writing, and I can't wait to see what you come up with next!
    LikeReply 11 year ago
  • Symmetry58
    Revisiting my amazing writer friend's offerings. You really are a fantastic writer, dear.
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you my favorite writing friend. This one was very personal, and after re-reading it myself right now...I don't think I'd change a thing (even though it wasn't recognized as being a contender for the contest :). 
      LikeReply1 year ago
  • Symmetry58
    Wow! You really have the knack for writing. If you ever stop, I'll file charges. ;-)
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lovingempath
      Same to you!! And thank you very much.
      LikeReply 11 year ago
  • larrymize
    Really liked the imagery in this poem.
    LikeReply 12 years ago


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