Short Window Dressing Poems
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we thought he had brought her for window dressing
His ex-wife was here, and no one was confessing
Their classmates were startled, they thought they’d married for life.
Twenty-year-younger version of the ex-love of his life was his new wife.
delicate gauzy organza sheers
window dressing dancing in the bedroom
blown gently by forced air heat
piped in by silver register on floor
moving softly in a sensuous way
erotic dance of cosmic feelings
my wide awake eyes
overwhelmed by imagination
conjures up a dancing ghost
Snow in April, such a blessing
Tender shoots and flowers caressing
With Nature's design, surely messing
Heavy flakes of white coalescing
I pray this snowfall is merely evanescing
A kind of freakish 'Easter window dressing'
~ else a meteorologist's prank, I'm guessing...
Make do with what you have
company coming and feeling modest
Tidy up and dust a spot
Wear clean clothes and put out the
good bath towels
Straighten that rug, no toss it in the closet
a scented candle, too much
The living room curtains washed and ironed
A knock on the door
welcome them in with a smile
Refortifying myself…
I expected less and less
From you
My inner world unfolding
All window dressing cast aside
My spirit entrusted to
Those moments still to come
The truth now able to settle
And learn
My secret voice conscious of
What my curiosity and reflection
—have yet to see
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
I thought life would be like a painting or a song
I was wrong
It’s not a perfect row of fine, trimmed trees
Or a rhyme, sung in time,
Soothing me
Life is what you make of it
A puzzle with pieces, you need
To make fit
If only it were more like window dressing
Just confessing
A perfect array, drawing me in
That thought makes me grin
A view is an antic of peaking surplantage,
of a particulated particular-
vantage of window dressing the addressing of
undressing, show, nark of culpability.
Causing a scene, perception slanted
with ideal synoptical instantainables processing implanted proof that is nosey and wants to know,
what it is, to see.
Everything pressing on my mind
So, I question, why?
Blessings are small when addressing
Where I am currently at right now.
Life is compressing my being
With every-day turmoil progressing.
I am a window dressing of peace,
But a different narrative inside.
Blessings my Lord, gaze down on me
And open a flood gate of discipline,
Help me transcend above it.
7/5/2022
we were confessing
when we counted each blessing
All window dressing
we could always tell
after we would hear each shell
which was pure hell
for youth is a cure
grow up and become mature
we can endure
longer and longer
Putin was a war monger
said he is stronger
Putin pageantry
seems to be his strategy
by him majesty
Putin has lot of nerve
Off road did force us to swerve
he then threw a curve
Not Me, But He
Miracle Man
2/9/2018
In mulling over the testimony of my existence,
My remaining time is anchored to His assistance.
Since the time of rebirth when I made my debut,
Each challenge I’ve faced God carried me through.
The speed bumps I’ve encountered along the way,
Have ushered me to the spot where I stand today;
Look past the window dressing you assume I’ve done,
And fix your eyes upon Jesus, the empowering one.
A World of Window Pain
dedicated to, Ingrid Showalter Swift, friend, fellow soup poet,
who has coined the title and given rise to my poem.
Oh so sad
Eyes cast down
Window dressing
Of my frown.
Oh I’m an artist
A designer of woe
Angst conceived to
Garner a glow
Thick is the gravy of my sorrow.
Don’t be lured onto my ladle
Sometimes I just need to
Rock my cradle.
© August 1, 2002
Kathryn McL. Collins
P.S.
Out of the cobwebs
I come dear Ingrid.