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Looking through frosted glass of windows' sorrowed pain I who

Reflects upon the frozen condensation in the shelter of my mind

Delight that there are crystals on the panel which refract the joy


On the grace bestowed upon me by hindsight observation glare

I do not always have to see what takes place behind the screen of

Time and reason well beyond my grasp and am contained within


The wind brushes against the frame outside and yet holds firm

Its paint has flaked but still reveals the layers of abundant paint

Where coats of varnish cover ageing primers glossing over fissures


Hinges are in need of rust converter and some lubricant although

A bit of grinding jambs on closure reminds me that I hear the sound

That reaches feelings and emotions when my moods begin to jar


I marvel at the crack that gives a certain kind of resilient contours

Which shaped my seasoned soul and tested skills and renovation

So far eluded the need for triple glazing double vision and repair


A spider though renewed its work and spun a web from musky curtains

To shutters up and down and weaved a fragile net quite unperturbed

Flies have lost their battle and I am grateful that I have not been caught


There was temptation to wipe the slate and surface clean and polish

Instead I take crayons out of the box and scribble on adjoining walls

I watch the canvass unfold and listen to the sound of scripted passion


Very soon what is called graffiti or artistic pleasure gives an easy glimpse

Into my heart soul and innermost desires careful not to hold my breath

Keeps some distance though because my exhalation could disturb the scene


Dusk settles quickly and I pull up my socks and wrap up in a knitted blanket

Put another log on the fire to kindle warmth and thoughts among the cold

The candle on the mantlepiece flickers kindly and grants a soft glow evermore


Looking through a frosted glass enhances rather than obscures all of my senses

Gives me the precious freedom to decide which side I'm on when evening falls

Now I can smell the crispy touch and taste of verglas and look out for silence



31st March 2020
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