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Monday, August 29, 2011

Looking Through Windows

Red Umbrella, Christopher Shay
as shared at Magpie Tales

looking through windows
waiting for rain to bring home
those loved ones missing

still missing today
kept late by the storms passing
not yet home this night

looking through windows
waiting for rain to bring home
those loved ones missing

childlike wonder still
awed by the powerful rains
hoping for their return

looking through windows
waiting for rain to bring home
those loved ones missing

man passes windows
his red umbrella  reminds
time takes no heart loved

looking through windows
waiting for rain to bring home
those loved ones missing

creaking doors startle
branches banging the eaves too
long rainy days... wait

looking through windows
waiting for rain to bring home
those loved ones missing

Petrina Lesko
August 2011

In writing this piece,  I tried to capture the feelings when I was young...  When storms would pass our way, I would arrive home before everyone else in my family and then I would wait... searching the windows for signs of any of them to come home.  I would often times spend hours pacing window to window, wondering until one by one they would arrive home from their busy days, complaining of the delays the rain had caused.
This wonderful picture prompt was shared over at this weeks prompt #80 at Magpie Tales hosted by the talented Tess Kincaid.  There writers and poets come together to share their creations inspired by her weekly prompts.  Come join the fun, share your thoughts and get to know the most fabulous group of writers and poets.


Brigid said...

I loved the repeating phrases in this, it was like a prayer, which is probably what we all do when waiting at windows, so lovely.

Brian Miller said...

smiles. this is wonderful...love the refrain as it captures the feelof tht time passing slowly...this is really well done...

thingy said...

I thought of Irene as I read it. Many people waiting for loved ones to come home.

I really enjoyed this piece.

ayala said...

You capture the feeling so well...it made me think of my mom when she would wait for my dad to come home. This is great!

Elizabeth Rose Stanton said...

Beautifully evocative. I love it.

Paul Andrew Russell said...

Before I read your comments at the end, this piece reminded me of the joy I got in watching storms as a child. Where did the wonder go?

Kay L. Davies said...

This is super, Petrina. I like it a lot. Well done.
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Theresa Milstein said...

From the beginning of time, people have waited for loved ones to come home during storms. You've captured the feeling so well.

the green breaker said...

wow, great thing that you used almost everything on the picture.. and, a nice prompt. I, too, can remember how things were when i was younger..

Lydia said...

time takes no heart loved --Oh, I love that line. Your refrain here captures anticipation in such a musical way. And I enjoyed your short personal commentary following the poem.

Anonymous said...

as a young man I too stared out the rainy window; waiting, waiting, waiting.
Under the microscope

Helen said...

... one of my most vivid childhood memories ~ waiting at the kitchen door for my father to come home from work ~ he was always outdoors in his construction job.

Words A Day said...

This really sparked off memories of waiting as a child,watching rain run down the glass, when seconds seem like minutes, and minutes seem like hours, you've really captured that. it's an inspiring piece, thanks:)

C Rose said...

The refrain really did intensify this piece to another level. Very captivating write! ~ Rose

Morning said...

beautiful ....

Lena said...

Simple and lovely.....I had a little acoustic guitar dainty going on in my head as I was reading along......the rain/childhood feeling had me this week, too!

Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely memory...waiting can be so hard...

ds said...

Waiting, watching the rain can seem endless. You caught that so well here. And I love the refrain, which slows everything down, and makes us wait also. Great write, thank you.