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The Windowsill

The windowsill shuts
And the glass shatters
Precious pieces falling
Down the wall below
They collect in the carpet
Penetrated in the fibers
Until the man comes
And sweeps them away
The windowsill opens
And he looks at the sky
A piece of glass
Hasn't shattered since

Author notes

The windowsill is a metaphor for an eyelid. The glass is a tear...the windowsill (eye) shuts and the glass breaks (tear spills over). Going down the wall is down the cheek, into the carpet is it soaking into her shirt. Man cleaning it up is her husband/boyfriend/love of sorts wiping the tears away and drying her shirt. The windowsill (eye) opens, he looks in the sky (her eye) and he has prevented her from crying since due to his love.
Written August 23rd, 2005

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  • Lstjed
    February 9, 2006
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    WOW this is amazing! i love the metaphor's! great Write. I will have to check more of your work!

  • cheaper than you
    August 30, 2005
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    this is wonderful. i love it. love poems are my favorit. its a nice breack from the typical dark and sad one that are usally writen. this is exactaly what i was looking for in this contest. thank you for entering it.

  • piccola silver member
    August 23, 2005
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    This .. is beyond poor little me .. but I loved it. Some things hit me that way. I don't grasp the meaning .. but love them .. it seems to be about prayer; hope.. God ..I don't pretend to be a deep thinker, and I am dreadful at writing metaphor ..let alone understanding.. but I really liked this ..