Windows Unclosed

We travel the wide world
Through windows crawling,
A spider without sleep, each
Pane anew once thru, delicate
Climbs, many places possessing
An infinity of faces, one spin
Links to high information,
Heartbreak and intrigue,
To countries afar in blinks,
And counties so near here,
Like dreams, but in wake,
Material worlds crossed
By channels, why fly? Silly
Lands without ports to pass
As responsibility decays
And domesticity lingers
Behind in tinted glass
And still we pass, to return
Better and worse but true
And crawl to bed headless
To wake to find a trail
Of countless windows left open
That could have been closed
By the strength of a mouse.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.


About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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4 Responses to Windows Unclosed

  1. Cubby says:

    This poem gained so much depth on the second reading. Subtle and deft. Exceptionally written. Love it. Reowr!

  2. Bastet says:

    I just glanced this morning before running off. I re-read this poem, realizing that I’d understood nothing at all on the first reading but, I’d left this window open, so as to return to read more carefully what you’d written…not closing it with my mouse…and I understood. A strong poem, very interesting and well worded, it has an almost oneiric quality about it…I love it!

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