Pane
written by: Alexander Wolff
I stare into this infinite abyss
Half-completed notebooks and burning pages
Blank walls of muted shades
This symphony in a minor key –
Where gaunted melodies hang in thin air –
Songs I’ve heard over twenty times before
The same lyrics set to a different pitch
Dissonant notes rebound off hollow walls
A bleached surface which guards me from all –
From the smell of pine and the wind’s soft caress –
Of the worldly gusts and all that was missed
Windows that glimpse a lively Earth –
A blanket of baby blue and the songs of birds –
But thin glass distorts vibrant shades when
I scrape this sullen mirror with a dull blade
Windows are nothing more
Than a nexus to the next life
But staring into pane is useless
When doors are locked
And dead-bolted
"Poetry bridges the gap between reality and phantasy."
- On Passion - January 14, 2019
- Spotlight On Writers – Alexander Wolff - December 29, 2018
- The Girl In 137 - December 1, 2018
