Window, a poem written by Carl Scharwath at Spillwords.com

Window

Window

written by: Carl Scharwath

 

As the morning
erases the stars

Upon ghost landscapes
bleak, standing sentinel

The blind glass
infra-thin emulsions

Opens discontinuous perceptions
and discreet sensations

Of your life
puzzled-reflected-analyzed.

From the outside
like a poem

Drowning itself in
forgotten past inspirations.

Disorder of lunacy?
Or anxious normalcy?

As time lapses
of being forgotten

When in the
beginning you’re remembered.

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