The Window

Navya

Got up this morning,

To follow the same old routine,

That never changes anymore,

But I stop and my breath hitched.

Through the window, I see...

A painting made in the sky,

Hues of brilliant vibrant colours.

Through the window, I see...

A painting in the water,

The ripples dancing across.

Through the window, I see...

The world from brand new eyes,

where strokes tell stories.

I sit and start painting,

Pouring my heart out,

To see,

A brand new world waiting for me.

  • Author: Onyx (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 18th, 2022 01:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: During the pandemic, I wasn't able to talk to my friends and texting just doesn't work for me. So, I had to find another way to express my feelings. I wrote poems more frequently and taught myself how to paint. Suffice it to say, my paintings are soon going to be at a sale auction.
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    (such an empowering message
    congrats and best of luck with your showing,
    thank you! for choosing to share your wisdom
    and inspiring my little scribble of a poetic reply below)
    'when we stir, and struggle
    we soon find a pool, within
    to pull upon and grow
    a connection, to those great deeds
    that once seemed
    so distant and fantastical;
    but
    if we give-in, deem everything tiresomely meaningless
    the gap to realism's possibilities
    seem to extend, infinitely...
    so we must stir, push, grasp, move, dream
    Live, Live, Live!'

    • Navya

      Thank you! I must say, truer words have never been spoken before!



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