Naked

The windows shiver Under the heavy winds Helpless the curtains fail And the house is exposed A table by the window The cloth over it resists But is defeated And then the wood Lies uncovered The showers moisten All of the exterior and Despite the struggle Of the windows Gradually enter The house with force The windows drip Along the wall The floor gets wet And so does the table that Lies changed forever Unable to move Entirely wet And happily naked.

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Doug Vinson

Date: 11/13/2016 10:28:00 AM

There is a huge, impactful economy to this poem. It makes a great first impression - windows shivering under "heavy winds" - this is a perfect image, evoking tension and interest in the reader. I love the way the poem moves, an inexorable progression. Surely, there are sometimes similar events in our lives?

Mrunali Damania
Date: 11/13/2016 10:39:00 AM

Yes, Doug, surely. Those events that pass by like a storm, changing everything forever, before one even fathoms what exactly took place. By the way, thank you so much for your encouraging words and for being able to receive the work with the same depth with which I created it.

Phil Capitano

Date: 11/13/2016 7:33:00 AM

Interesting take on naked.

Mrunali Damania
Date: 11/13/2016 8:33:00 AM

Thank you so much, Phil for reading my work! :)