On Wednesday, I featured an interview with Irene Latham. Today she shares this poem with us:
Window
A poem is a sheet of glass
Tucked between wood frames.
Your world will be transformed
When you peek through the panes.
Lift the sash just a crack
Catch the scented words
Breathe deep the new syllables
This moment has stirred.
Now find yourself in the glass,
trace reflection with a finger –
These lines are made to shift and turn,
Embrace the ones that linger.
Work it till it sparkles
Even clouded glass can shine
Discover the beauty that happens
When streak and speck entwine.
Take it line by line,
Be transparent with your heart
A poem isn’t choosy –
sunlight or moonbeam: start.
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MsMac
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Beautiful, Irene, something to think about. Love “Work it till it sparkles”.
Oh, isn’t that what we all strive for: that sparkle! Thanks for reading, Linda. xo
Favorite lines: “These lines are made to shift and turn, /
Embrace the ones that linger.” Lovely poem! Thanks for sharing it.
Thank you, Andi – I’ve been working on this poem for years and years… don’t think it’s done yet, but maybe this is a line that lingers? 🙂
I love the idea of being transformed after looking through a pane of glass.
Thank you, Betsy – I have oft been transformed by a poem, that’s for sure!
Jone, thank you so much for having me! Happy Poetry Friday!!
These are the lovely lines that spoke to me, dearest Jone:
“Work it till it sparkles
Even clouded glass can shine
Discover the beauty that happens
When streak and speck entwine.
Take it line by line,
Be transparent with your heart
A poem isn’t choosy –
sunlight or moonbeam: start.”
— so beautiful. Thanks for sharing more of Irene’s lovely poems with us.