The window is half open
The glass is dirty
There is a crack which
lets in the cold even when the window is closed
and I know there’s no avoiding this now.
I travelled and though I did not got far
I saw things
Things that made me realise
things that made me.
a different world
a different future
all through the pane of a different window
it was not cracked
it was clear
it was clean
but it was not home.
I’m sharing this poem with you today as I’ve been a bit inspired by the wonderful poetry (both known and undiscovered) floating around the web for National Poetry Month in the US and NaPoWriMo.
If you’re a poet at heart you might like to check out some of these:
Mrs Mediocrity has written a poem a day for April and she is simply brilliant.
Samantha Reynolds shares daily poetry and inspiration at Bentlily.
And here are 6 Amazing Last-Minute Ways to Celebrate National Poetry Month via Blogher.
So, are you a fan of poetry?
Where do you feel most at home?
How often do you clean your windows?