Window On the World

WINDOW ON THE WORLD My mind born free, like the autumn wind it blows gently across the flushing meadow, touching the petals of the flowers it finds with expressive love in its whisper mellow. Butterflies bring the tune of adoring whisper to my heart vibrant in crescendo of emotion. Rhythm of words inscribes it in rhyme on paper, it becomes a poem, heart’s craving creation. That’s when I’d open up like the dawn sky where if as clumps of cloud you fly free you’d then know me, discern what am I, in the colors of my horizon you’d find me. The hues of love would drape my poetry, a window on the world it’d open for you. An imagery of times and people you’d see, the beauty of life it’d bring in your view. September 20, 2018. (Note : Response to the Sponsor's questions : Stanzas 1 and 2 : Why write and share your writings? Stanza 3 : Why would your self-expression matter to others? Stanza 4 : Does the world need more poetry?)