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| Photo Courtesy: Nia Janiar (A window in Museum Konperensi Asia-Afrika—Bandung, 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
—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:
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.
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Yes, there is a certain sadness here...
This beautiful little poem is almost a cry for help. So moving.
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!!
very eye opening piece.
fabulous write..
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I like this a lot! especially the repetition
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.
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.
What a marvellous piece!
i am always in need of more windows.
the beauty of quiet longing here.
a lovely poem
Beautifully sad. It gives me the sense of chance lost.
So moving and so touching you never can have enough windows
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/08/the-crimson-witch/
Beautiful and sincere words. :) Enjoyed your poem.
Impressively austere, with a touching, spare beauty that makes one sigh.
Very moving and so very sad. Nice write.
Melanie
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. :)
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Dhitermination: This time, I haven't had any willingness to move on... I still want to be in this room... ;)
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.
Eyes not only give us vision, they limit our vision. Close your eyes and fill in the blanks.
love it, amazing.
I dated that same guy.
Wonderful post!
an elusive world lurks
wish for more windows, wow.
this is cool piece, sweet and profound.
I love this poem so much! How I too wish I could see more than the eyes show. Also, great picture.
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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