As Seen Through My Screen Door
Through the mesh of myriad squares,
that filters both vision and sun.
I look upon the world out there,
as each new day has begun.
Trees sway in the pattern,
as roses bloom beyond the veil.
I hear the birds conversing,
while in my home, safe and well.
If someone comes a calling,
I need not let them in.
The screen door has a latch.
A "Keep Out" guardian.
Here a peaceful calm resides,
within my field of vision.
No signs of crime or traffic noise.
No interaction intrusion.
The world shows me just beauty,
its best foot forward impression.
Hiding from me its ugly side,
the one of dying compassion.
Wooden frame and mesh my savior.
When I cry at my very core,
I look out through the world's mask,
as seen through my screen door.
Paula Swanson
7/15/2011
For the contest, It's Mask Time!
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Placement: 5th
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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