THROUGH OPEN WINDOW BLINDS



Big fat dog stares through open window blinds

Too corpulent to scamper and carouse outside

Cowered inertly indifferent at the window sill

An old soul at birth, he never had a chance

Wallowed in self-pity to the bitter end.

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patriciajj's picture

A moving, atmospheric

A moving, atmospheric snapshot and an analogy for life. Amazing work. 

SSmoothie's picture

I have three dogs, this poem

I have three dogs, this poem brought to mind the eldest though I don't think he's an old soul. I couldn't help but feel the switch where the poem became about the narrator at the sill. It just kept moving that way, perhaps because my ol boy Rebel is true to his name. ;) and still plays with his toys like a puppy at 12. 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

lyrycsyntyme's picture

I worry that this will be the

I worry that this will be the life of many people born into the smart phone era. Looking through that "window" all their lives. A metaphor, as I see it, for sure. 

Stephen's picture

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Nice insight into the metaphor of my poem.

lyrycsyntyme's picture

A compliment that, I would

A compliment that, I would say, that should reflect right back to your writing skills : )