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FIRST INICIATIVE - PRIMERA INICIATIVA // POETIC UNIVERSE
I have heard it being said and seen it written that not everyone is a poet, and not everyone can write poetry. I feel this may be true. But I do feel that everyone has an inner self filled with emotions waiting to be bared from underneath the crevices and formulated into thoughts.
In the Poetic Universe's First Initiative - What You See From Your Window, my attempt at poetry writing is only the desire to express my life's feelings projected from behind my decorative iron covering.
Photo part of my personal collection enhanced with filter effect rain droplets
Thirty years ago,
I sat at this very windowsill.
Life as I knew it ceased to exist.
Whiffs of sawdust and fresh paint invaded my nostrils.
The unknown staring back at me from the West.
Fresh the slate looked through hopeful eyes and eager heart,
as the receptacles gently placed behind me
had yet to be unfolded,
revealing my new life ahead.
Twenty years ago,
I sat at this very windowsill.
The veils blowing in the wind shielded the afternoon's light.
The tiny trees newly planted cower at your whispers,
showing signs they could not hold their own.
Life seemed good.
Oh, where did the time go?
Fifteen years ago,
I sat at this very windowsill.
The youth no longer skip to the sound of their voices,
making play time with chalk.
How the dust caught up their innocence.
But with the past seasons, you blew the winds of change
into the senses of the young voices,
joyfully playing with our own.
The familiar sounds of play are no more.
Oh, where did the time go?
Ten years ago,
I sat at this very windowsill.
Wondering would here I sit next year,
as the creaking I hear from below pricks my senses.
Is it the wind roaring against your exterior?
Or is it the friction between the weakened joints
that fuse my being, breaking down my youth?
How it hurts these winds of change.
Oh, where did the time go?
Five years ago,
I sat at this very windowsill.
The trees now standing tall and still,
no longer afraid of your whispers or your roars.
A familiar tug and warm smile
encased in a tiny, lovely reflection of me,
two generations since, lay her hand on my shoulder,
and marvel at the change of seasons.
She is inquisitive this one. A lovely reflection of me.
Oh, where did the time go?
TODAY,
I sit at this very windowsill.
I feel you with your gentle breath,
as slow as the measurements of time,
I struggle to look to the West.
My back no longer straight.
I struggle to block out the searing pain.
My knees no longer strong.
I struggle to see the beauty of the sky.
My pupils no longer able to shield the bright light.
I wonder.
Where will I be
when the winds of change come again,
and I'm no longer able to sit
at this very windowsill!
Oh, where did the time go?
Happy rest of the week everyone with whatever your endeavors.
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