a night time walk
past an old factory window
the only light on a darkened street
across the road
a cemetery
an almost complete
silence
in the sky
a full moon
round and white
peers from behind
scudding clouds
there is no one around
to think it odd
as i sit on the curb
just my self -
seeing
this window
i've looked out
through
windows just like this
and now
i am older
i can look in
and treasure
its dusty orange glow
so much of my life
unfolding
in the enfolding
of a march night
The warm glow in the window is intriguing.
ReplyDeleteAnd we are looking into the window from the outside, and it mirrors our own "looking in" through our computer screen to your poem, your words, your blog.
Unfolding, even now, in this March night.
Lovely.
That window looks to me like molten gold. Does someone live inside or is it lit for security? It seems a strange place on which to expend energy. I love your words associated with the 'unfolding... enfolding of a March night'.
ReplyDeletehello terresa - the photograph is from the outside of the window looking in. just as you thought! thankyou for your thoughtful comment. steven
ReplyDeletehello elisabeth - it actually does - i missed that! i loved the yellow,orange, red melting into each other which is what caught my eye. it's a small factory on a very quiet street - just as i described. it sent me back a few decades to a time when i worked in a similar factory and was on the inside looking out. i couldn't have imagined the me i am at that time. steven
ReplyDeleteAhhh! It's sublime! The picture is one of the most intriguing images I've ever seen, so mysterious. Wow.
ReplyDeleteThere's that rich colour again...I want to scissor it off of my screen and wera it, wrap myself all up in it, warm and secure.
ReplyDeleteIt is astonishing where beauty can be found, if only you look for it. You certainly have a great eye Steven.
ReplyDeletehello reya - for so long i looked out through a window like this. so as i sat on the curb opposite, it was as if the feelings of that time washed through me. there i was. then there i wasn't! steven
ReplyDeletelinda sue - it's molten gold as elisabeth suggested. it's the body's security blanket! steven
ReplyDeletethankyou very much barry!! steven
ReplyDeleteI realized when I got to the end of your words that I was holding my breath, trying to keep the beauty inside.
ReplyDeleteThere's something about that golden colour that draws us in. Warmth maybe? Mystery? Riches? Another beautiful image Steven, especially the way it emerges out of the darkness. I adore old factories. There just aren't that many left. Is this one actually functioning?
ReplyDeleteHi Steven
ReplyDeletethe golden fish gravitates towards all that is gold...
Happy days
meri - there are so many stories behind our lives and each one would take a blog's lifetime to unpack. the story of me as a factory worker - well it's a ten year piece of me - and yet i cannot believe that it happened and as it happened. seeing this little window brought me to stop and sit and look and let it all flow through me. if i could tell you all of it i would but it wouldn;t be fair or useful. so this picture and these few words are what i have. steven
ReplyDeletedelwyn - i've been graced with more and more "gold" through my life. not the gold i thought i would wish for and perhaps even acquire (when i was younger) but the gold of living full in the acceptance of how very very fortunate i am. is my life perfect? ha . . . not even close. but i've let go of perfect as a goal and made it a friend and so as i look at this little place and wonder at the amazing, extraordinary, talented, beautiful people who populate it i know i am truly gifted with the "gold" of good fortune. steven
ReplyDelete....are you ok??..yes it is a beautiful window and it obviously connected to some part of you in the past....but sitting on kerbs in the middle of the night could be dangerous!!.... :-) xx
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