Hello All. Today’s prompt was entitled “in the window”. After this month of poetry, the only windows I could visualize have writers on the other side. Thank you for visiting and being part of the process.
The Poets Among Us
The Poets Among Us The pink light carves paths for the early walk, My eye is drawn to a soft rectangular glow. Framed in the window, a writer sits at a desk, Lit by a single lamp fogged from a steaming mug. Pen hovering in the air, their head tilts skyward, Searching the burnished clouds for the right phrase. A cat’s tail marks time with slow beats on the paper. Good morning Poet. My bus pauses just long enough so the windows align. I can see a writer, curled on the couch, Notebook on knees, a dog’s heavy head in the lap. Words enthusiastically decorate the yellow pad; Some circled, some scratched out, some underlined. The writer’s head turns toward the window, But the eyes are focused on worlds far beyond my bus. Good day Poet. The street is bathed in gold and long shadows. A face, laptop blue, ghosts through the blinds. The computer could contain taxes, email or porn, But the luminous writer’s eyes are closed, Reviewing an internal inventory of images. And just as I turn for home, the shuttered eyes Come to life, filling fluid fingers with language. Good night Poet, Good night.
