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Gazing through my transparent window at the gray-tainted sky I watch as the cumulus clouds roll in the wind. Soon the rain will dance and bring the cold that warms my inner soul and causes my heartâ€™s content. As anticipated, I am content. My warm breath clouds my window. Iâ€™m gladdened at the thought my soul will no longer linger aimlessly and watch and wait for what the rain will bring. Then with gentle force arrives the wind. Through the clouded glass I watch the wind as it whistles through the trees. I am content. As I expected, the falling rain did bring the cold and I touch the frosted window with my finger. I draw a heart and watch the watery mist slide down my glassy soul. I exhale a sigh at the mirrored image of my soul and grab a throw as I shiver with the wind. Confinement only allows me to watch the seasons change my world and its content. Yes, living through a stained glass window puts a glare on what life might bring. Then I wonder what the ever after will bring when my time here has ended and my soul has drifted through my blemished window and fluttered on the whispers of the wind. Silently, as the hours tick on the watch of father time, I reflect on my lifeâ€™s content. In the gloaming, while recounting the content and validity of my existence, I boldly bring with me the serene yet solemn vow. I will not watch life trickle away or accept that I am without body or soul. I am the air that I breathe. I am the brisk wind blowing cold leaving condensation on your window. Life, not measured by content or weight of the soul gently blows in the wind in the end. And nothing can bring it back through the window of existence, as I secretly watch.
This poem is written in sestina style where six words are used and repeated in a particular order and format then all the words are used again in the last three-lined stanza. This was my first attempt at this style and there soon will be others, as I have learned to enjoy them.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas Edward Wright On Date: 2007-11-04 16:43:29
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.50000
These sestinas get kind of crazy. I've attempted several, and find them interesting. There's some famous ones, and those are fabulous. Perhaps you've seen them. The trick seems to be choosing words that don't allow you to keep saying the same thing. In other words, end-words that allow you to have multiple meanings. And that's not easy. I find yours a bit tedious. I think the form is difficult to do well, and easy to get wrong, or at least not "right." Nothing against this effort, it's honest, it's heartfelt, and as its circularity recommends the form, I hope you, and others here, will experiment with it. The form requires tremendous skill to come off well. I appreciate the effort. Tom
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