The Window


Photo Courtesy: Nia Janiar
(A window in Museum Konperensi Asia-AfrikaBandung, West Java, Indonesia)

When I look into your eyes
I feel like sitting in a small and dark room
with a small window

Through the window, I see the world outside
From the window, I get a shaft of light
but it's limited to a square of windowsill

How I wished I sat in a room
with many of windows
To see more, to get more



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26 comments:

oldegg | September 11, 2011 at 1:46 PM

What curious sadness there is in this poem. To me it is an allegory of not getting enough love in return for that given. Very touching.

Neni | September 11, 2011 at 2:58 PM

Robin, thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment...
Yes, there is a certain sadness here...

keiths ramblings | September 11, 2011 at 3:46 PM

This beautiful little poem is almost a cry for help. So moving.

Nanka | September 11, 2011 at 8:06 PM

Sounds a sad place to be in, more like a cell!! Hope more doors and windows open up here, to let in a flood of sunlight!!

Promising Poets Parking Lot | September 11, 2011 at 9:57 PM

very eye opening piece.
fabulous write..

join poets rally if you can,
Happy Sunday.

marit | September 11, 2011 at 10:28 PM

I like this a lot! especially the repetition

madhumakhi | September 11, 2011 at 11:11 PM

I hope more doors and windows get added to your dark little room. I could really relate to the feeling of wanting to see more of something.

fallenelegy | September 11, 2011 at 11:37 PM

made me think a bit. there is a sense of sadness and limitation. the poet wishes for a broadening of her horizons (for more windows) that line itself is enough to carry this beautiful poem. nice wording too. keep up.

Short Poems | September 12, 2011 at 1:47 AM

What a marvellous piece!

shawnacymariekiker | September 12, 2011 at 2:16 AM

i am always in need of more windows.
the beauty of quiet longing here.

Jo Bryant | September 12, 2011 at 7:38 AM

a lovely poem

Nara Malone | September 12, 2011 at 8:19 AM

Beautifully sad. It gives me the sense of chance lost.

Ann LeFlore | September 12, 2011 at 8:20 AM

So moving and so touching you never can have enough windows
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/08/the-crimson-witch/

Ravenblack | September 12, 2011 at 10:04 AM

Beautiful and sincere words. :) Enjoyed your poem.

Altonian | September 12, 2011 at 7:46 PM

Impressively austere, with a touching, spare beauty that makes one sigh.

Cassiopeia Rises | September 12, 2011 at 10:36 PM

Very moving and so very sad. Nice write.


Melanie

dhitermination | September 13, 2011 at 9:48 AM

Wow, I wonder why the character here only wishes "to have more windows" instead of "going outside".
It is as if he/she has disabilities to ask for more.

Beautiful. :)

Neni | September 13, 2011 at 12:04 PM

All : thanks for stopping by and leaving me nice comments... :)

Dhitermination: This time, I haven't had any willingness to move on... I still want to be in this room... ;)

Wendy | September 13, 2011 at 4:38 PM

Oh I like this. It made me think of me and my ex husband - only a small window and yes I often wished for many more. I know what I mean and this poem was terrific. Cheers, Wendy.

Mike Patrick | September 13, 2011 at 11:57 PM

Eyes not only give us vision, they limit our vision. Close your eyes and fill in the blanks.

The Cello Strings | September 14, 2011 at 9:54 PM

love it, amazing.

Danielle Mari | September 15, 2011 at 8:47 AM

I dated that same guy.

gautami tripathy | September 15, 2011 at 10:19 PM

Wonderful post!

an elusive world lurks

Morning | September 16, 2011 at 6:23 AM

wish for more windows, wow.

this is cool piece, sweet and profound.

M.C. | September 17, 2011 at 8:01 AM

I love this poem so much! How I too wish I could see more than the eyes show. Also, great picture.

literarytrials | September 19, 2011 at 12:59 AM

Wow! A very nice piece. Thanks for sharing.

Opens up my eyes. Makes me learn to share and reciprocate the love received.

~Len.

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