I am thinking it is bright here. Should we put on our sunglasses? Ages here? Sun, 4.5 billion years; picture window (relatively new in its environment); and the sidewalk, probably older than we are, in an older neighborhood. So the new is messing up the old. Or is is enlightening (illuminating) the old? I like it, I am not sure why. Thank you. Thank you too for this nice prompt. It is a fun one. ..
I've read this several times, even had a glass of wine ... You are a puzzle, and your poetry is always teasing me ... I ran to the internet trying to find my way, and still ... I could not I dare say, until I went back and read what you left at the prompt ... boy, I felt so dumb, because all I was seeing was the equality of the aged yellow caused by the hot reflecting sun --- am I the only one that's this damn dumb! My goodness, I have got to get out of this mental ghetto!
A very visually evocative poem. This reminds me of a (true) story my creative writing teacher (and friend/colleague) told about how one can write straightforward description and have other recognize layers of meaning and symbolism within it [her first published poem was about getting a picture window in her home].
Beautiful imagery in this.
ReplyDeletesomehow your words remind me of looking at my childhood home as a grown woman...
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Equally so.
ReplyDeleteI am thinking it is bright here. Should we put on our sunglasses?
ReplyDeleteAges here? Sun, 4.5 billion years; picture window (relatively new in its environment); and the sidewalk, probably older than we are, in an older neighborhood. So the new is messing up the old. Or is is enlightening (illuminating) the old?
I like it, I am not sure why. Thank you.
Thank you too for this nice prompt. It is a fun one.
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I've read this several times, even had a glass of wine ... You are a puzzle, and your poetry is always teasing me ... I ran to the internet trying to find my way, and still ... I could not I dare say, until I went back and read what you left at the prompt ... boy, I felt so dumb, because all I was seeing was the equality of the aged yellow caused by the hot reflecting sun --- am I the only one that's this damn dumb! My goodness, I have got to get out of this mental ghetto!
ReplyDeleteI can see it.
ReplyDeleteI am looking through that window right now. Thanks for the visual.
ReplyDeleteLove the first line...and the whole haiku too :>) Thanks for the prompt.
ReplyDeleteA very visually evocative poem. This reminds me of a (true) story my creative writing teacher (and friend/colleague) told about how one can write straightforward description and have other recognize layers of meaning and symbolism within it [her first published poem was about getting a picture window in her home].
ReplyDeletethere is nothing so beautiful as an open window and the shining sun... thank you
ReplyDeleteThis is a great take on the prompt. I would never have seen it that way . Well done.
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This is a great prompt..perfect. I like that (special art in N.Y. too)
ReplyDeleteI love how the simplicity of your words
ReplyDeletepaints an entire picture.
Thanks for the great prompt and equally great poem
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