Thursday, January 17, 2013

A View from the Window... (republished) first and only attempt at free verse... a little too avant garde for my taste, really, but there it is.

Some days
We find ourselves
Shut up in
A room, alone.
Our room,
Where Emotions and
Swell by the
Locked door, just
Daring to eye
Through the keyhole;
There's no escaping.
They knock and
Bang the door:
No one opens
Or answers.
Just when
The lights
Are about to
Die, we make
One more
Try at the door, just
His Voice
Answers, saying

                Take a View from the Window

Suddenly, we
Feel a cool
Breeze, a little uninvited
At first it's
Too chill, but
Then we realize it
Is coming from
An open window,
Shedding warm light
That we
Only now notice
Because our
Own lights have
Burnt out.
Drawing a heavy
I open the window
All the way--
A thousand foolish
Thoughts escaping, hand
In hand with some
Emotions, all jumping
To their deaths.
"Oh well,
They were poor
Company anyway," said
A remaining Thought
To me.
He and I leant
Out, and beheld
Far below, a golden
Fair city, flooded with
Light and joy.
They sang
Of holiness, they
Rang of it!
Yet join them,
I could not,
For were I
To jump
From the window, I
Too would surely
Yes, patiently
Must I remain in
My room, hosting better
Company till my
Door is suddenly,
Or perhaps
Expectantly opened, that
I might
Use the stairs.
Sometimes, the
Lights do come
Back on, but we
Hardly notice; our
Light we
Take with
A view from the Window.

~ Poem by Jessica Moore, (c) 2010

John 8:12
Then Jesus spoke to them again: "I am the Light of the world. Anyone who follows Me will never walk in darkness but will have the light of life."

Matthew 27:50-53
And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit.

At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook; the rocks split and the tombs were broke open. The bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs after Jesus' resurrection and went into the holy city and appeared to many people.

Colossians 3:1-4
So if you have been raised with the Messiah, seek what is above, where the Messiah is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on what is above, not on what is on the earth. For you have died, and your life is hidden with the Messiah in God. When the Messiah, who is your life, is revealed, so also will you be revealed with Him in glory.

Galatians 2:19-20
For through the law I have died to the law, so that I might live for Christ. I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.


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  2. I like this Poem!!!! You should try free verse more often. I always think poetry as just something that has to rhyme and be in lines that are the exact same length and pattern, etc. etc.

    1. I was trying something interesting with this one. Read it sometime, and if you can, think of the way I talk. Does the spacing and emphasis on words sound like the way I talk? That's part of what I was doing. But of course, depending on how something's written, I would say it differently, so it's a bit of a verbal Ponzi scheme...