The entire world is made up of perspectives. What you see one way, another may not see at all. Their perspective may be opposite yours, despite looking at the same object. Have you ever considered the object’s perspective?
How often are we looking and not thinking anyone is looking back? We see things through the prisms of experience, emotion and circumstance. Look through the picture window.
The Picture Window
The petting of the pane
Sends the static out
Of my stressed mind.
It becomes the glass,
Washed by chilly drops.
No longer in the blind.
Clear and beckoning
To be gazed through
Whether by day or night.
Clarity and crispness
Through which to see
Both charity and might.
Nothing filtering the view.
None refracting the light.
The landscape peers in
Silently wondering
If a show it will see.
Knowing the flowing
Of mental images
Will rightly portray me.
Resting my weary head
On the crystal pane,
Opening for all to view.
As I wait for their sight
I wonder, deciding
To ask a question of you.
Have the trees and flowers
Always watched or is this new?
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(c) Ann Marie Dwyer 2012
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What do the trees and flowers see in your picture window?
MysteryCoach
/ March 10, 2012Beautiful 🙂
Red
/ March 10, 2012Glad you liked it! I must have an inner need to be in an amusement park. Everything I touch is roller coasters 😉
Prenin
/ March 10, 2012Lovely piece Red! 🙂
Remember Flowers in the rain?
The Move are among my favourite groups! 🙂
Love and hugs!
Prenin.
Red
/ March 11, 2012The name rings a bell, but I would have to YouTube it to remember…off to hunt…
{HUGZ}
Red.
Tony McGurk
/ March 11, 2012Perspective can make such a difference in what we see & how we relate to things. Beautiful poem Red.
Red
/ March 11, 2012Thank you. It does. I have been often told I am lucky I can removes myself from the moment and look at things from another perspective. Over the years, I have learned it is something I can teach.