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THE PAISLEY WINDOWS
Locked in white walls of winter and holding my frozen breath, I dream of paisley spring windows with odd green patterns of leaves and myriad hues of watercolors, rainbows, lilacs, tulips, violets and milk-less robinsí breasts. Earthís warm heart softens and yields the worms of life crawling up from a winterís grave and fields unlock their daisy, crocus and buttercup prison cells. Impatient years of sun push into drifts and piles of snow throwing out the frozen moisture that was inhaled from the air and withered the furnace lungs. My arid breath is locked in white walls of winter and imagines paisley windows of spring with buzzes of insect business, displays of dandelions and daffodils and ruby maple buds. Frozen dew escapes and creates thunder clouds, actors rehearsing stage west for another play. The sun awakens in lakes where the moon-man sat yesterday staring at his icy plate. Hornet and bee charades hum in paper houses with no paisley windows. Mountains with wide hearts and white hard-hats cling with strong purple fingers to a disappearing dream. The winter ghost and I walk beside a huge granite hearse with my fat balloon of sins, and Midas laughs at his fantasy as I eat a last supper with his gigantic golden spoon. Holiness is in the dictionary of someone elseís soul near holistic images of their sins, not mine, which ran into the woods with Robin Hood, prince of thieves.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jennifer j Hill On Date: 2004-07-04 08:25:41
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.85714
Hi Wayne, This is my new fav of yours. The images are so clear and crisp. Even the title is image-filled. There's alot to love here, but I especially enjoy: The alliterative metaphor "white walls of winter". All the "S"es give a whispery effect. When I read "myriad hues of watercolors" I thought of that movie with Robin Williams called "What dreams may come", and how he splashed around in vibrant watercolor. "milk-less Robins' breasts" is great! This particular phrase just blew me away: "Mountains with wide hearts and white hard-hats cling with strong purple fingers to a disappearing dream."--love it! And then I got to the last stanza which I wasn't expecting. WOW! Seems up to that point I was thinking this was solely a nature-poem. I had to go back and read it all over again several times because it is so much more then that. Should have known better, huh. Anyway, I enjoyed it immensely and can't wait to see what's next. Thanks for sharing this. Blessings, Jennifer
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