Poetry Friday: Window by Irene Latham

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.

Poetry Friday is held at Teaching Young Writers

Happy reading.
MsMac

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8 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: Window by Irene Latham

  1. 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.

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