Window Watcher by ~Jheiracks on deviantART
thin and frail she
lurks just,,
outside my window..
from the shadows
she implores,,
“please,, let me in..”
she begs me,,
eyes wide,
just like a child’s..
she looks so fragile,
so innocent,
alone, out there..
she taps lightly,
on the pane
and she whispers,,
“i still love you…
let me in,,
i’ll be your friend…”
thin and frail
she lurks just,,
outside my window..
it should be, so easy,,
to just open it,
and let her in..
but instead,
i draw the blind
so i can’t see her..
i write a poem,
i paint with words,
and i pretend..
that the scared,
little child-
just outside
my window,,,
is not me-
i don’t long,,
to let her in…..
June 25th, 2008 at 8:20 am
wonderful turn. great description and use of repetition.
June 25th, 2008 at 8:25 am
Excellent paisley…I to like the wonderful turn at the end. Beautifully written.
~JD
June 25th, 2008 at 11:00 am
Sad, sad, sad. And beautiful. And resonant with the hurt child in us we don’t want to see.
June 25th, 2008 at 11:49 am
I think we all do this - ignore what we really are, too fearful to see ourselves
sad poem
June 25th, 2008 at 12:07 pm
I can definitely relate to this. Excellent write.
-Nicole
June 25th, 2008 at 1:10 pm
I caught a glimpse of her the other day . . .
I quickly turned and walked away.
Yet the haunting voice stays with me. . . let me in.
Thanks for sharing/creating; This is a very beautiful and meaningful poem. It touched my soul. Funny but I felt this the other night after crying like I hadn’t cryed in years.
Peace, Light and Love, Cordieb.
June 25th, 2008 at 2:18 pm
Excellent and haunting poem Jodi. I thought the repetition was very powerful in this piece.
June 25th, 2008 at 2:42 pm
this hit home..good job!
June 25th, 2008 at 3:52 pm
This is haunting. You create this moment of bravery really although it might not seem like it. I think it takes great strength for the speaker to recognize themselves in the figure outside the window. The poem seems to be building to this moment. To say even to oneself — or especially to oneself — “i draw the blind,” “i pretend” takes a lot of strength. Many people never get this far.
June 25th, 2008 at 3:58 pm
as always in depth and the words bring thought…nicely done my friend..:)))
June 25th, 2008 at 4:05 pm
Poignant, beautiful, intensely intimate as always!
June 25th, 2008 at 4:22 pm
You have a wonderful gift.. every poem you write speaks to my spirit in a very profound way. I am a total fan. =)
June 25th, 2008 at 6:18 pm
yeah, you captured it–well done
June 25th, 2008 at 7:12 pm
we all have that lonely inner child wishing for attention.
I truly was moved by this intense poem.
June 25th, 2008 at 7:25 pm
lovely
June 26th, 2008 at 9:24 am
Sometimes I think the effort involved in keeping her out is more stressful than an actual merging would be. I’ll let you know…
June 26th, 2008 at 5:44 pm
CHILLS.
I know that little girl.
I do not want to let her in either.
June 26th, 2008 at 11:28 pm
Not to be crass jodi…..but yeah, I’d not want to open that can of worms either!! Besides the opulent results of your dismay is joy to our eyes! Keep on writing the wrong!
Hugs Giggles
June 26th, 2008 at 11:29 pm
Oh and I love the illustration….of course I do!! My kind of art!
June 27th, 2008 at 9:45 pm
Sometimes it’s best to keep the windows firmly closed. I know. It can be hard when our inner child calls out to us though - very hard! You captured fear, longing and a slight sense of responsibility all in one piece!
June 30th, 2008 at 9:18 pm
Touches home.
July 6th, 2008 at 8:27 am
Oh, this is fucking wonderful