The lack of communication, of affection, of sensitivity, of natural life is becoming the biggest problem of the 21st century.
Stretch your hand to open my window ...I do stretch mine to open yours....


THE WINDOW

Stretch your hand and open the window,

maybe a sunbeam drops in,
in a zigzag way, by reflection,
maybe a star promising a change.

Open the window,

perhaps a person in rush drops a glance inside,
a beauty girl sprinkled by the rain,
a shallow mother that lost her baby.

Open the window,

maybe the ball of the children shows up
their voice perhaps climbs up
a bending branch, a kitten.

Open the window,

even if a wave of dust, of hail, invades,
a shadow or its shadow, two shadows in one,
or even a shadow shading another.

Open the window,

even if the city fell asleep,
even if the city passed away,
even if there is no sign which of the two.

Stretch your hand and open for us the window.

In its place there will be a painting
hanged, speechless staring at us.
At least it will fill our empty wall.




Poetry by Joseph Josephides
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Written on 2007-03-18 at 18:46

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perhaps a person in rush drops a glance inside,
a beauty girl sprinkled by the rain,

here maybe saying in a rush in the first line and a beautiful girl in the second? i think it would help the flow.

an interactive society we are, inventing ways to ebcome more distant with communication. a good poem. i like the end thought here, with the artwork.
2007-03-18