Beyond My Window
There is a silence beyond my window;
though the wind is a low desolate moan;
with dark clouds heavy with ominous rain;
and now there is a howl like a voice forlorn.
~ My purple curtains flutter and billow;
oh, this dismal day makes me feel alone;
and I am reminded of my past pain;
for though it has been years now ... I still mourn. ~
Like the threatening rain that is in limbo;
I close my eyes and see all the names in stone;
and stand weeping- wind a violin strain;
like a love symphony that makes me yearn.
~ The wind and clouds crash and rain is falling
and beyond my window it is pouring ~
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April 20, 2021
Poetry/Hybronnet/Beyond My Window
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1348-370-20
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (Apr 22)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 04/20/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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