Out My Window
While shutting the curtains, you catch my eye.
I usually choose not to peer out. If
Cool night air caressed my skin, I might be
Tempted to follow you elsewhere, wherever.
Dark, open sky of foreboding I fear,
Asking me why I am here in the calm.
But not this time do I question, for I
See you—little twinkling star, gleaming so
Bright, leading my heart to the heavens! I
Sit in peace and observe a single star.
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Dennis G. Jerz on Out My Window: Nice work! I, too, expected so
Greta Carroll on Out My Window: Thanks!
Juliana Cox on Out My Window: Wow, I really enjoyed your son
Greta Carroll on Out My Window: Thanks!
Juliana Cox on Out My Window: Wow, I really enjoyed your son
Wow, I really enjoyed your sonnet. After I read the first line I thought it was going to be about a certain "someone" not a "star." But then you discribed the night air and sky, so I figured out it was about a star. Still, I really liked this.
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Nice work! I, too, expected something else.