Window on Her World

Inside, she looks out.
Seasons change
confined within her pane.

Stripped by cruel winds,
branches clatter
nodes exposed.

Charles River, ribbon slight,
below low slung sky,
scene through barren trees.

Relieved, she slowly smiles,
espies her Charles again.
Silent vow worms her mind.

Before spring reblooms in pane
I shall join you, sweet Charles,
an afterworld away.


Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, on Open Link Night. 
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41 thoughts on “Window on Her World

    • lillian November 1, 2018 / 3:49 pm

      Glad you enjoyed.
      I always enjoy hosting and seeing all the diverse posts to the prompt. Glad you posted to it….once upon a poetics! 🙂


  1. Glenn Buttkus November 1, 2018 / 3:17 pm

    Deathwatch is macabre; a bitter sweet dark tale. I understand being housebound, seeing the world out the windows. I hoped to be reading an allegory, but could not find much light midst the darkness; sigh.

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    • lillian November 1, 2018 / 3:49 pm

      Other than joining her beloved Charles, which seeing the Charles River come into view each year, it is a pretty bleak one. Apologies…..darker side today.


      • Lona Gynt November 2, 2018 / 6:56 am

        Don’t apologize for the rich darkness which frames a sweet and beautiful light through the pain. Without death, would we even feel like we had a stake in life, without loneliness, we might not ever know the true measures of our love. 💜 this

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  2. V.J. Knutson November 1, 2018 / 3:22 pm

    It must be something in the air. My poem for tonight is melancholic too. This is so beautifully written.

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    • lillian November 1, 2018 / 3:50 pm

      Thank you….there is melancholy in the air on November 1 — all souls day…

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  3. kanzensakura November 1, 2018 / 3:23 pm

    A fitting poem for All Saints Day. Watching the world and the river going by.

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    • lillian November 1, 2018 / 3:52 pm

      Yes….somehow I always find November 1 a bit melancholic. Although I did see someone humorously post on FaceBook that November 1 is National-Parents-Eat-Your-Kids’-Halloween-Candy-While-They’re-At-School Day! 🙂

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      • kanzensakura November 1, 2018 / 3:55 pm

        In honor of my dead family members I am fixing a dinner of turnip greens, cornbread, baked sweet potatoes, fried chicken. The smell fills the house like incense while my candles burn.

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  4. anmol(alias HA) November 1, 2018 / 4:08 pm

    Oh, I could feel it in a way; from behind the windows, to look at the world go by can bring about such a strange mix of emotions. To join “sweet Charles” makes me wonder of a rather darker meaning.

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    • lillian November 2, 2018 / 3:41 pm

      So glad you enjoyed. Thanks for reading!


  5. kim881 November 1, 2018 / 4:12 pm

    This is most definitely a 1st November poem, Lill. I love the sounds and the visual detail in
    ‘Stripped by cruel winds,
    branches clatter
    nodes exposed’
    and the ‘low slung sky’ – we had one of those today. The ending is bittersweet.

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  6. sanaarizvi November 1, 2018 / 5:12 pm

    This is beautifully melancholic, dark and possesses multiple layers and dimensions of meaning. The last stanza makes me think of life hereafter and the possibility of souls reuniting 🙂

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    • lillian November 2, 2018 / 3:44 pm

      Ah….you understood it exactly as I meant it!


    • lillian November 2, 2018 / 3:47 pm

      Thanks, Frank. Kind of like an ear worm…a tune that gets in your head and you can’t stop hearing it. For this fictitious (poetic) character, it’s the memory of her lost Charles and wanting to join him in the afterworld that keeps going round in her mind.

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    • lillian November 2, 2018 / 3:48 pm

      November with All Souls’ Day can be dark…and suddenly bare skeletal trees….


  7. Grace November 1, 2018 / 6:29 pm

    I look forward to that spring being reborn but in the meantime, we are bound by darkness. I agree this November month is grey and sad.

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    • lillian November 2, 2018 / 3:52 pm

      Thank you for these words here, Grace. I’ve always loved Colorful October and disliked the skeletal trees of November. December brightens up with Christmas lights. So yep…November, till Thanksgiving Day, has always been dark to me.


  8. Pat: willow88switches November 1, 2018 / 7:23 pm

    This is definitely framed within the panes/pain of loss, and perhaps yearning for death itself. Or maybe, just the “knowing” that one’s time will be coming up soon too, and so, a reunion as held in belief, offers the comfort. Atmospheric poem.

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    • lillian November 2, 2018 / 3:55 pm

      Ah yes, Pat. The pane/pain and scene/seen are implicit here. Glad you enjoyed the write.

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  9. The Abject Muse November 1, 2018 / 8:05 pm

    I happen to like the dark very much, and this piece is fabulous! I especially love “Silent vow worms her mind.” It’s just too perfect! Than you for sharing this.

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    • lillian November 2, 2018 / 3:57 pm

      Oh, your comment has me smiling! Thank you for the wonderful thoughts here. Much appreciated.

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  10. Adda November 1, 2018 / 8:09 pm

    Made my eyes tear knowing that some day, this could be someone I love looking from behind the pane, I hope not and that their life is filled with others. Wonderfully written.

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    • lillian November 2, 2018 / 3:58 pm

      Thank you, Adda. Best compliment is when readers have a visceral response.


  11. Lona Gynt November 2, 2018 / 7:02 am

    Love every bit of this and the poignant punning, the river scene/seen. Confined within her pane/pain. And I find myself reaching for relived within relieved. And oh! That breathing and pressing “low slung sky”. Masterful Lillian 💜

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  12. Mary (tqhousecat) November 2, 2018 / 7:26 am

    Our outlooks on death always seem to be within a frame of some kind. A beautiful poem.


  13. rothpoetry November 2, 2018 / 8:55 am

    I love how you used pane in this poem. The duel meaning makes it very interesting. Seems people know when it is their time to go. Well done.

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    • lillian November 2, 2018 / 4:00 pm

      Thank you…and sometimes when a loved one/partner has been gone for so long, one is terminally lonely and ones to join him/her.

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      • rothpoetry November 2, 2018 / 6:49 pm

        Yes, I can understand that for sure.


  14. merrildsmith November 2, 2018 / 7:02 pm

    Beautifully evocative–watching the Charles from the window; seeing her own Charles. I’m imagining an elderly woman who is ready to die, and so perhaps it’s not as sad.


  15. Just Barry November 3, 2018 / 4:22 am

    The realm between the living and the dead always seems reduced to a windowpane during this time of year. You’ve captured that well here.


  16. memadtwo November 3, 2018 / 11:28 am

    Ominous. The window is a perfect metaphor. (K)


  17. grapeling November 4, 2018 / 1:43 am

    spare, and the more powerful for it ~


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