Best Windowsill Poems

Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism
and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin.
Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum.

Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness?
A gnawing hollow where my heart should be.
Where cinder clouds float in negative space
memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves.

I...

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if
just for a moment
seasons change
as river water slows
morning dreams
wake upon
the sweetest of memories
you are lost
between years
and nowhere 
are there tears
a wind whispers
cold
across a windowsill
open
where lingers
the flavors
of a young man’s summer
snow
lies frozen in the
still of silence
as air holds like ice
in a throat
just about to speak
rhyme 
across...

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She left a candle burning bright
in the darkest shadows of her home-

Where the hills were her finest friends,
and her greatest vision-
a sunset lined with white lace
which she poured on paper in black ink.

Her last request was to torch
what remained of the beautiful scene in ink,
for...

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Two Cats On A Windowsill

"Hey, Enya."
"Yes, Tammy."
"Do you see what I see?"
"What do you see Tammy?"
"Things in the air, swirling and looking like they're having so much fun!"
"Oh yes, Tammy, you are watching the dancing of the dead."
"Dead, Enya?"
"Yes, Tammy. The leaves are dead."
"I hope...

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The plants on my windowsill are dying 
My cacti looks weak
Only my Aloe Vera plant clings to life 
I must water it regularly or it too will die
Plants are our fellow living  beings 
ands should be treated kindly 
According to the learned scientists
Our ancestors...

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yellow daffodils,
a bee visits each flower - -
raindrops on the glass

written 4th March for Constance's Nature haiku contest...

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Reflections of dawn
     
                 hued on a windowsill canvas-
           
   Sun peeking through...

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Tattered Grey -
  It bends against an unkind wind;
  An ugly thing so commonplace,
    Against a  leaky corner.
A thing so grand has never been
  So thin -
And yet it hangs;
Against the heavens weathered attempts
   To prove...

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It’s nice to have a windowsill,
A place to perch your plants
Or your solar flower so the sun
Can start it on its dance.

Tomatoes in a bowl will ripen,
Warming to the rays
And a pretty vase will brighten
Even all the gloomy days.

You can prop a picture if your...

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In the depths of twilight, in the cradle of shadows that rest on the windowsill,
I call you to a mysterious reunion,
Where silent lamps pour their gentle glow
On the tender lines sculpted by time.
Forgive me for the longing that calls you in silent whispers,
Invoking vivid memories...

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The rain pon the windowsill
The pounding of my heart
The sound that looms round
the empty room
And rends my soul apart

The pillow next, not damp like mine
unslept on lo these many years
yet stained a bit with drops of wine        
Spilled...

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Empty Windowsill 

The sun shines through, feel the warmth
But you are gone now
You leave an empty space in our hearts
Never will be filled again

Your company and all your little ways
So dearly missed
Such sorrow we feel, such sadness and dismay
Almost 12 years, we were blessed

The empty...

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thunderstorm approaching
coffee cup in hand
with bated breath
i await the sign
you are there
within my reach
and all will be alright



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on July 13, 2021...

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The September days can get very hot
Turn on the air conditioner, then it's not
By late afternoon you are cold again
Turn off the air and let evening set it

The very next day you wake up to a chill
Is that really frost on your windowsill
Get out the...

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they don't want dramatic parents anymore
sentimental
they got bored of them
they are sick of exaltation
they don't want the vehemence of which
the parents hung on
convinced that it would be freedom

we
those with a muzzle swollen by history
we look at them with trembling eyes
in hidden tears
we
do we wake up?...

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