He paused,
one hand on the frame,
the other on the sill,
as the house wrapped
around him.
In the dark glass
of a picture frame
he caught himself —
a figure he’d feared,
had walked afar off
without knowing why.
The floorboards cooled
under him.
He stood where he was.
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a good tight write my friend
Thanks for picking that up, Norman. Most appreciated🙏🕊️
most welcome
Always looking for depth in what is near I smiled at the word play of frame. Then it seemed to me that in the double meaning the window became the picture. Both reflection of what is within and vision through it of what is outside double meaning again in this frame. No one outside having departed, withdrawn within where the reflection showed he still remained. Under such realization the floorboards do cool. Good or bad the reader is left to choose.
An excellent reading, Soren. Most stirring🙏🏻🕊️
Keep up the work my friend your poems keep my mind working
Good write A. I don't suppose I will get any cryptic meanings in this. lol.
No need to go cryptic here O, thanks muchly🙏🏻🕊️
Arqios, this really moved me. There is a quiet stillness here that feels profound. The poem captures a moment of recognition so subtle that it might be missed, yet it changes everything. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Most grateful, Tittu. Thanks 🙏🏻🕊️
This is so interesting.For me it is about fear.Fear of life fear of strangers but ultimstely fear of one's self.Very thoughtful compadre
Most enlightening read my friend, thanks heaps 🙏🏻🕊️
Many Interpretations here . On first reading I thought it might be a Portrait of his Wife who left him. Or of himself when younger : Wondering where the years went.
Thought Provoking stuff.
Oh, Loved that thought of the estranged or widowed husband. Excellent! Where did all those years go? 🙏🕊️
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