I Become Clichéd
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.
for NaPoWriMo Day 26, inspired by Robert Okaji’s “Helinski“
and one of Joan Mitchell’s sunflower paintings
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- - May 10, 2018
method two madness 
Gotta love those windows!
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It’s the only way to fit between…
Thanks, as always, for sparking my rambling thoughts.
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This is very profound! Love it
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Thanks Lynn! I think you know these feelings too…
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yes!
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This was excellent
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Thanks.
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Love it! And Robert’s poem is awesome!
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It is, isn’t it? He always gives me much to ponder.
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Simply Beautiful
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Thanks Sheldon.
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Wonderful windows.
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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! 🙂
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Thanks Merril. I was feeling empty yesterday (but only 3 days to go–I think we’ll make it!), and Robert’s poem was just what I needed.
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I love the line “The windows know both sides of the story.” Looking in has more mystery, looking out… an openness.
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Thanks Sharon. “Both Sides Now”–Joni knows.
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Beautiful stained glass 😍
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Thanks Carol. The grid is endlessly inspiring to me. It would be nice in stained glass!
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