Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Out My Window

there is a light shone
in the forest
like a beating-breathing flame
i stare out of my window
and i wish i was there
and you were near
will i be carried away?

In the forest
you are the creature
haunting me in the day
and being my comfort in the night
you are everywhere
how could it be?
will i be weighed down
or be carried away?

Out of my window
the wind and snow beat hard down
and i stare
paralyzed
longing to greet more than your shadow
i long to dance
with you over there and here
and everywhere

and as the snow falls
i see the flame blow out
and i find myself running
i am running
overthere
to where you are

this december is so cold
the snow has soaked me to the bone
and my heart fails
as i fall to my knees
You're frozen
laying in the snow
i need to get you back


You were the song of my heart
wafting in and out of my window
you were the flame
that gave me life


i beat at your chest
my tears, icy cold, staining my face
and your eyes are blank
staring up at me

and in my dreams
you haunt me there
your screams

the terror of my heart
i miss you
miss your warmth
i want you to come home

staring out of my window
i say my prayers through
a broken heart
and with the last word
i look
and i see a flame out there

there was a light shone
out of my window
and i ran, way out there
and for forever
we got carried away
~brittany
11/03/09


((...makes me think about christmas time. had a story in my head of a girl staring out her window and seeing a flame of a fire in the woods surrounding her house in the snow and is mesmerized by it and finds out about a boy who lives out there. he like works odd jobs for her father's company and she cant stop thinking about him: what was his story? was he warm out there? does he have enough to eat? and she leaves out food and like blankets on her porch at night and in the morning they're gone and she gets sick or hurt or something and he gets blamed and her parentsfire him and stuff and that night she wakes from a night mare and sees a bad snowstorm going on outside and sees that his flame, the one she stares at everynight that lull her to sleep is blown out, but she knows he is out there. and she impulsively almost crazed, she runs out there to him and finds him dying in the snow. she realizes how much of a conection she has with him and cant have him die. does he end up living? does she live? is there a happy ever after or something darker? i dunno, my mind hasnt revealed the end to me yet...))

2 comments:

Kenneth Alexander said...

Great poem. Awesome story. I want to know how it ends

Poems of Long Ago said...

i agree with kenny. its a great story poem. it flows well. i am taking a creative writing class atm, but next semester i am taking a poetry workshop. i am pretty much going to major in poetics, i think. gonna make the big bucks... haha, not! lol you'd love both of these classes.