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House of Windows
by Jared OrlandoYou always wanted a house of windows
Mismatched panes, borrowed and repurposed
Paint chipping off and flaking down
Like pine cone seeds in the wind
You would be able to watch the world
And it could watch you
And never once did you think
That within the night there was a chance
It would all shatter
But now you have woken up
And your feet happen upon
The sharp shards of glass
The red of your own blood
Reminding you
That you’ve always been one
To fall in love
With such breakable things 02/18/2014 Posted on 02/18/2014
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/19/14 at 08:58 PM I love poems about mirrors and windows; there's always a haunting and in some cases supernatural element to them. Your poem, Jared, is no exception. One of the best allegories I've read in a long time. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/24/14 at 04:33 PM *stellar* |
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