Matthew Anish Poet I do not know?

Through My Window

Light from the star 
we call "The Sun" comes through 
my window
    Nourishing the plants on my 
window sill
    My wishes float out through the 
same open window
    Leaving me hope they will 
form rich soil and take root
      Unable to see the future
               we must depend 
on the pillars of hope we have 
      built
  Another day here in the vast
metropolis 
              People move, cars move
the city is rocketing onward
   Through my window 
 I see buildings where thousands
upon thousands of my fellow city 
    dwellers
              Are eating, dreaming, hoping 
as we all do 
   The metropolis will give us 
answers 
        In due time

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Connie Marcum Wong September 6, 2010 at 5:47 AM A wonderful introspective poem with vivid imagery Matthew. I enjoyed reading this very much.

Wilma Neels August 20, 2010 at 8:31 AM Matthew forgive me for my lapse in sanity lol.. Thanks will google it, even better :) enjoy your weekend,! Crazy Wilma

Wilma Neels August 20, 2010 at 5:54 AM Interesting write Matthew, thank you for your comment on my cycle of life.. Nope I haven't heard of that movie will see if I can find it some how.. Hope you have a great day further.. Wilma

Doris Culverhouse August 19, 2010 at 6:13 PM sounds hot and noisy...you probably love the hum. Enjoyed reading today!

Sara Kendrick August 19, 2010 at 1:14 PM Nice to read point of view from a city dweller..Enjoyed the read..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work...Sara

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 19, 2010 at 1:06 PM Beautiful thoughts here Matthew.. enjoyable and uplifting read.. your intro line making the Sun the Star ..is awesome and very creative.. its more like a free verse style ... and appreciate your comments on my Haiku.. I like that syllable count myself.. and its soup required..haha..luv..

Carolyn Devonshire August 16, 2010 at 10:36 AM Such a vivid description of the dreams and hopes we all have, Matthew. How do we keep hope alive? I feel like I'm falling now. No insurance and potential skin cancer. I'm noping the National Cancer Institute can help. Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich August 13, 2010 at 8:52 PM REally nice, Matthew and when you say you got rid of all those extra poems< I am not sure what you meant. I see you have many pages of poems here. sorry, i have a really bad memory! anyway, thanks so much for your comment to my haiku. LUv, Andrea ps were they lots of little poems I had commented on?

Skat A August 13, 2010 at 5:33 PM sOUNDS LIKE A SWeeT DREAM, MATTEW. a super sweet way to wake up with life shining in your path*luv~SKAT