A World of Window Pain
A World of Window Pain
dedicated to, Ingrid Showalter Swift, friend, fellow soup poet,
who has coined the title and given rise to my poem.
Oh so sad
Eyes cast down
Window dressing
Of my frown.
Oh I’m an artist
A designer of woe
Angst conceived to
Garner a glow
Thick is the gravy of my sorrow.
Don’t be lured onto my ladle
Sometimes I just need to
Rock my cradle.
© August 1, 2002
Kathryn McL. Collins
P.S.
Out of the cobwebs
I come dear Ingrid.
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2014
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