I Become Clichéd

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My windows open me.
My windows cover, enclose, hide.

I am reflected, pushed inside by darkness.
I am reflected, merging outside into the landscape of the sun.

My windows are two-way mirrors.
My windows are tricks of the eye.

How can I exist in transparency?
How can I exist as glass?

My windows know both sides of the story.
My windows reverse me into particles of light.

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for NaPoWriMo Day 26, inspired by Robert Okaji’s “Helinski

and one of Joan Mitchell’s sunflower paintings

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19 responses to “I Become Clichéd”

  1. robert okaji says :

    Gotta love those windows!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Lynz Real Cooking says :

    This is very profound! Love it

    Liked by 1 person

  3. charlotteash says :

    Love it! And Robert’s poem is awesome!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. sheldonk2014 says :

    Simply Beautiful

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Jodi says :

    Wonderful windows.

    Like

  6. merrildsmith says :

    I really love the last two lines, which could stand alone as a poem.
    I had to re-read Robert’s excellent poem, too. Thanks for both! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Sharon Mann says :

    I love the line “The windows know both sides of the story.” Looking in has more mystery, looking out… an openness.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Carol says :

    Beautiful stained glass 😍

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