The colors in the window

Colors in the window …

Often we’re identified by our habits those of
us who possess  a wandering soul
though I knew in some way since a boy
that wandering would take this toll

For some reason a window always
attracts me to spend more and more time
staring  across oceans or over mountains
reliving the memories in my mind

If when I get old and you find me there
by the window with a dreamy face
just know I’m going through the pages
arranging memories into the right place

I sit by my window now and paint on  canvas
changing small details of the memories in my mind
oh I don’t worry about the details
as I recall they were all just fine

Even when I can’t remember and age creeps into
my line of sight
know that I have enjoyed wherever I wandered
and the colors in my window seem about right

~

colors

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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

9 thoughts on “The colors in the window

  • February 6, 2019 at 12:57 PM
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    Ed, I love this poem and the perspective of remembering – “arranging memories into the right place” is a great defining phrase for this piece. Well done.

  • February 7, 2019 at 4:54 AM
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    Thank you Phyllis , you’re always there to help us put our often jumbling of words into true meaning .
    You are a great friend to us all !

  • February 8, 2019 at 6:38 PM
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    Lovely and love the rhythm and rhyme here. Kind of dreamy. As the years go by memories come rushing in more and more. Just love the last verse.

  • February 8, 2019 at 10:47 PM
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    A wonderful piece of writing here, Ed. The older we get the more precious the memories become. We all have different ways of sorting them into some semblance of order. I like your window gazing and using the frame to see and paint your memories.

  • February 9, 2019 at 1:20 PM
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    Thank you Rasma , This whole thing came on in five minutes …….crazy huh how writing works !

  • February 9, 2019 at 1:21 PM
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    John , Thank you kind sir , You Know it ! Yes, age does wonderful things for our tranquility , no ?

  • February 9, 2019 at 1:49 PM
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    Well Thank you Jamie ! I appreciate that greatly , you know how some things are quick ? It’s a great thing isn’t it .

  • February 12, 2019 at 4:59 AM
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    Lovely piece Ed. That picture is beautiful too. I think sitting in front of that window would lend to remembering happiness. Excellent rhyming in this piece. Nice work

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