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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Old Dusty Window...
[time] => 2006-02-14 17:05:55
[hometext] => Another Poem, Comments, Comments, Comments....I try to vary length, technique...etc from poem to poem, tell me what you think.
[bodytext] => Light now barely penetrates an old dusty window.
It used to fill the whole room, where did it go?
She watched life pass by thru that window.
Once as little as a minnow, now a lonely widow.
The room is musty and what she sees in the mirror is ugly.
Old memories clutter that room.
She now watches the pink flood the sky and the flowers bloom.
On top of the ones that withered away and died outside.
She found out that life's a rollercoaster-now she's getting older,
nearing the end of that ride.
Sitting in her rocking chair,
with her dwindling white hairs blowing with the air.
She might not even be aware
that the old porch swing now is so rusty.
But she must now know
that not everyone's lucky.
Thinking as she stares of what once was there,
and squints from the glare of the light
that barely breaks thru that old dusty window.
[comments] => 7
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[score] => 25
[ratings] => 5
[editpoem] => 1
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The Old Dusty Window...
Contributed by
moses
on
Tuesday, 14th February 2006 @ 05:05:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Light now barely penetrates an old dusty window.
It used to fill the whole room, where did it go?
She watched life pass by thru that window.
Once as little as a minnow, now a lonely widow.
The room is musty and what she sees in the mirror is ugly.
Old memories clutter that room.
She now watches the pink flood the sky and the flowers bloom.
On top of the ones that withered away and died outside.
She found out that life's a rollercoaster-now she's getting older,
nearing the end of that ride.
Sitting in her rocking chair,
with her dwindling white hairs blowing with the air.
She might not even be aware
that the old porch swing now is so rusty.
But she must now know
that not everyone's lucky.
Thinking as she stares of what once was there,
and squints from the glare of the light
that barely breaks thru that old dusty window.
Copyright ©
moses
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2006-02-14 17:05:55]
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Re: The Old Dusty Window...
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by Lin54 on
Tuesday, 14th February 2006 @ 05:54:27 PM AEST
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The picture is painted with the words that you write. The old are facing the end of the ride of life and the new are building their lives where the old once were.
You are right that not everyone is fortunate to live to a ripe old age.
Good poem!
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Re: The Old Dusty Window...
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by poetmarie on
Tuesday, 14th February 2006 @ 06:12:11 PM AEST
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| I really like this poem. It's very vivid and paints a picture of emotions and life. It's simple and clear. Ittells of lifepassing us by and how we think back on our lives and then look forward. Very nice. |
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Re: The Old Dusty Window...
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by frankcube on
Tuesday, 14th February 2006 @ 10:46:22 PM AEST
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The beginning of this poem, reminded my ever so faintly of the window in 'The Girl with a pearl earring'; how it was so dusty. A very vivid array of imagery you have created here. Keep it up.
Please consider some of my poetry too, if you have time. Thank you. |
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Re: The Old Dusty Window...
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by Eternal_Dreamer on
Sunday, 19th February 2006 @ 08:57:56 PM AEST
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Moses,
WoW a thought provoking piece of poetry you have presented us with here. When one is old and facing the end they look back on the memories when they were once younger. They move on and then the younger ones take over were they left behind. We are very lucky if we reach to a grand age like that.
An outstanding write Moses. Well done my friend.
*love n hugs*
~*sue*~ |
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Re: The Old Dusty Window...
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by themonk on
Tuesday, 21st February 2006 @ 01:19:55 PM AEST
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another great one moses, u the man to the face , great use of symbolism and very creative wiht the topic, i love it.
"the monk" |
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Re: The Old Dusty Window...
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 24th February 2006 @ 06:07:47 PM AEST
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| She lived a wonderful life.. with the grace of God.. He will extend His hand.. a life well lived.. and a poem well written in this life.. I pray I never crack my mirror, lol.. would not like to see doubles.. lol .. my body is getting dusty lol.. but my heart is like new.. love this poem.. raquelLeah... who might be happy that her eyesight is getting worse lol.. ok.. to be true to this poem, I must say.. you have written a part of me.. my thoughts... and many others lives as we age... many do not get the gift of ripening to that old grey and white stage.. hugs.. |
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Re: The Old Dusty Window...
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by Ruby2sdy on
Tuesday, 13th June 2006 @ 03:13:24 AM AEST
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How very sad... lovely iimagery, a ver clear picture is painted, well done!
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