Ode to the Windowed Hall Where I’ve Not Turned on the Light
Ode to the Windowed Hall Where I’ve Not Turned on the Light
It is a bar that is not a barrier but
a passage,
where I pass by the glass of night
that is able to make itself known
in the absence of over-reflection,
the way you made known to me,
I you,
when, in the darkness,
we found something other than walls
to hold on to–
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Poem for my own prompt on Real Toads re thinking about the little things. Check it out.
Also, if in the mood, check out my two new children’s books, DOGGONE! and DOES MELANIE LIKE MELON? Or other books!
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September 28, 2017 at 8:33 pm
Wonderful to have someone and something to hang onto in the dark……I love this, Karin, and really enjoyed the prompt. Now we need to focus on the simple joys more than ever.
September 29, 2017 at 6:42 am
Ooh, Karin, I love the phrase ‘the glass of night’ – through a glass darkly has taken on another meaning – and that’s a killer of an ending:
‘…in the darkness,
we found something other than walls
to hold on to–’
Thanks for such a flexible prompt that is inspiring such a wide range of poetry.
September 29, 2017 at 7:53 am
It is a bar that is not a barrier but
a passage,……………….this sounds profound (like there more to this bit). Elegantly done 🙂
September 29, 2017 at 8:30 am
I marvel at the way you turn objectivism (the artistic kind) into an emotional hook to describe a very human sense of connection. Not sure I’ve used the correct terminology to explain the way I read the poem, but I did enjoy the way you set it all up.
September 29, 2017 at 8:44 am
Ha. Thanks, Kerry. I think that almost anything, object, moment, can serve as such emotional hook, but I’m not always that good at conveying it. (And sometimes, perhaps, it is better to just be with the object as is!) Hope all is well. k.
September 29, 2017 at 8:59 am
The way it started made me think of Gertrude Stein, but then you filled it with so much more meaning. To have any type of company (real or imagined) is so important.
I can almost hear the echo of footsteps on an abandoned street in your words.
September 29, 2017 at 3:04 pm
Beautifully done, Karin. I, too, felt the atmosphere as I was reading, and it was a warm and reassuring feeling.
September 29, 2017 at 3:06 pm
Thanks so much, Kay! k.
September 29, 2017 at 3:42 pm
I’m a fan of long titles, and of holding on when it’s dark. this was so good
September 30, 2017 at 9:06 am
It’s not a little thing that someone to hang on to in the dark.It’s a big thing and possibly the most important thing and the only thing you really need.
September 30, 2017 at 12:56 pm
“In restless dreams I walked alone.” (Simon and Garfunkel)
September 30, 2017 at 9:49 am
Luv this image:
“not a barrier but
a passage,”
much love…
October 1, 2017 at 11:29 am
This is so beautiful. I love how you ended it.
October 1, 2017 at 11:44 am
Oh…. so much ache. Love this. And hi, Karin! 🙂