In the window pane


A  word here, there

making their way from parted clouds

to a stream, an open sea

perhaps implying with

a tone not seen

yet assertive enough to be

filled with imagination, reality

being delivered occasionally

to those trapped in fantasy

or fear.

A word here, a reflection of

monsters or angels

in the window pane


both with commands, shouted

or softly whispered in ears

leaving choices to



Author: Rose

Poetry by Rose

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