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Click hereThrough His Glass
“certain type of unusual”
2rivers from
misanthrope
It’s more than echoes, distant voices,
street sounds or just the wind passing
a paint chipped sash, smeared lights,
it’s the counter weight – perfectly balanced,
the knifed caulk, carefully cut, the points,
tiny tringulars, pinching the glass, etching
the surface tension, ever so slowly
piercing the liquid like a whisper.
Would this window respond like so many:
a rattle in a breeze, the creaking movement,
tight, forced moans as leaded layers tear
or even the sudden slam of release?
The only noise in silence – the faint hush
of precisely tended wood sliding on wood
and the firm metallic click of the latch
locking the cold and darkness outside.
This is an excellent piece of writing. I don't think there's a word that isn't adding something to the overall effect of the poem. And such tension! Just a wonderful read and wonderfully artful tribute to the poet who inspired you to write it. Thank you.
A.