Darkened Windows
Drip drip and a little more
Through the rafters and through the floor
Once so clean, so pristine, a place to take breath
A hollow of a shelter from the storm,
Shadow cast without form
Nothing left but emptiness, a place to hide in death.
Seeping through to fill the sight
Turning white to red, and day to night
The shine dour, the wine sour, love died upon the vine
All that effort spent was wasted
All that potential went untasted
It was inevitable, just a matter of time.
Windows and doors dark squares
Silenced creaking upon the stairs
Cracked paint, missing tile, gone the eye of style
Nothing left will survive
A life spent only half alive
Feet move onward, the past stole the last smile.
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I read your poem and think about how many things that used to be refuges are no longer so: home, family, partners, the world. A bright and transparent place, but one that time turns into darkness and destruction. However, that last verse leaves me with the impression that despite all that, we move forward and leave everything behind. Interesting topic, very thought-provoking. Best regards.
It is like we have chosen to be entertained instead of living a quality life. We keep destroying our opportunity, just for another hit of dopamine.
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based on what I feel when reading the poem, it evokes the sensation of having lost something or someone. I sense it as a lament for an ending that was slow, painful, and, it seems, a situation that, despite attempts to avoid it, was going to happen no matter what was done. It was as if it had to happen because that's just how it was, and it couldn't be prevented. It feels like when hope is lost, only emptiness remains, an emptiness that fills everything. From my point of view, I associate it with grief.
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We get what we work for, given the conditions we have, right? It is somewhat inevitable. Which makes me think of all the opportunity I wasted.
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My childhood so innocent and pure...fast forward to my 30s and am here wondering how my life became so complicated
I have come to terms with the fact that it was inevitable..
Despite the fact that we're all working towards a better tomorrow, I guess we should just live like it's not gonna get simpler, and irrespective of what life throws at us, we can always find a balance, a purpose and something to hold unto, not just to merely endure through, but to live and immerse ourselves into life, with all it's complexity.
This is the thing we should all do. Not look for easy - just do what we should.
I think a lot of us have made life far more complicated than it needs to be, because we simplify in the wrong areas perhaps.
The picture you painted of how something once full of life and beauty can slowly fall apart until only emptiness remains touching. The “darkened windows” made me think of moments in life when hope fades, and everything that once felt warm turns cold. I’ve been through times like that when effort seemed wasted, and joy slipped away quietly. Life can be the mixture of joy and sorrow, and the good thing will be if it ends on a happy note.
If we don't maintain, thing fall apart. A home, a car, a relationship.
Life can go from 100% to 0% in the twinkle of an eye. Since it's just a matter of time, and perhaps almost everyone will get to that point one time or the other..
What is more worst than a life not fully lived, a live where we let the past define the present,
Reflecting on this last part of the poem reminds me that whatever part of our human make up we didn't use to its full potential will only be wasted when that time comes..
Over time, I've learnt that life is made up of ups and down, that's actually what makes it interesting, and we should live either way fully aware that we're alive and living as if tomorrow is not promised.
I feel that is how we are for the most part - maybe less than half alive. Instead, we look at what is fed us, like robots reading code.
Well in life changes happen and most of the time, these changes are undesirable ones. Like the loss of a loved one, financial devastation, an illness that hampers someone. The best we can do is cope with these situations, because most of them is beyond our power to change. Your poem is a really nostalgic one that reminds one of a glorious past in whose place is now emptiness and darkness.
Sometimes not even glorious, just better than today. Most people don't live gloriously, yet struggle to do even the basics.
Reminds me of when I visited my grandparents old house after two years. The garden was overgrown, the swing rusted, the windows and everything else dusty( as they are in heavens) . But walking through those rooms, I could still feel the laughter, dinners, warmth of late night stories that once filled them. My whole childhood vacations used to be there. It hit me how everything: homes, people, even emotions, changes quietly over time. And, one cannot do much about it. The walls remember, but the life inside fades.
I like this perspective.
The sound of "drip drip" draws me into a place filled with emptiness, causing me to think about how fast things can change from a secure refuge to just an empty shell.
If we don't take care of what we must, time will wear it away. And it doesn't take long.
A beautiful and eloquent poem, @tarazkp. Greetings.
Thank you :)
Your poem is made up of very evocative images. This gives the interpretation, as it should, a degree of freedom, thanks to the ambiguity of poetic language.
Windows, which are often a metaphor for eyes, can become darkened, and indeed they do so when our inner selves are filled with uncertainty and/or loss. And we are that space we long for as a refuge, but it is no longer there. Emptiness inhabits it, perhaps like our hearts.
Best regards, @tarazkp.
I wonder if there was a way to get an average "heart fullness" from society, what it would be over time?
I don't think that exists in a general and permanent way. Perhaps individually and at times. It is an “arduous task,” as the poet Rimbaud said.
Nothing left but emptiness, a place to hide in death....
These verses strike me as devastatingly powerful...
The photo is fantastic!
Thank you :)
seeping through.. sounds like me as i sit here commenting to some posts.. :P
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