All These Windows To Watch the Rain

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drip of water on my hand a fingertip, a raindrop a change in mood a change in self because I chose to open, if only a window, but one to my soul</p><p id="bf24">All these windows to watch the rain and now I get it For years and years I held windows tight, a closed mind behind the storm and now I get it All I needed to do was open the windows, just a crack, to let the air in so I could see again so I could breathe</p><p id="6115">This poem was inspired by a passage in the book of poetry, <a href="https://bookshop.org/a/6508/9781644450109"><i>Homie </i>by Danez Smith</a>. I find myself highlighting words or passages that move me every time I read, no matter what I am reading. When I find the highlight that projects to a poem, I don’t read the source again before I write, I just allow the nerve to be touched. And then I spill my words.</p><p id="0771">A snippet from page 30 of <i>Homie </i>and from the poem<i>, self-portrait as ’90s R&B video</i>, where I got my inspiration:</p><blockquote id="ab6

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8"><p>“even exist, but what she know? i have all this house to walk through, all these gowns to cry on, all these windows to watch the rain”</p></blockquote><p id="b0ff">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="e880">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="1010" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/i-could-fall-through-the-cracks-of-such-silence-b98ad7da2e27"> <div> <div> <h2>I Could Fall Through the Cracks of Such Silence</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*NIofh6Co0smQcBTH)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="c609">*The link for the novel is an affiliate link to <a href="https://bookshop.org/">Bookshop</a>. Supporting local bookstores.</p></article></body>

A Poem

A house of windows is only a reflection of myself.

I can see out through paned glass into a world devoid of me and unknowing but the rain, the actual raindrops, reflect my tears like a funhouse mirror Distorted

All these windows to watch the rain and all I can see is myself.

The forecast is for gloom and I am this prediction Dark, cloudy skies like my disposition seen through glass but opaque so all I am left with is me

I open the window to let myself out.

The cold breeze the gentle drip of water on my hand a fingertip, a raindrop a change in mood a change in self because I chose to open, if only a window, but one to my soul

All these windows to watch the rain and now I get it For years and years I held windows tight, a closed mind behind the storm and now I get it All I needed to do was open the windows, just a crack, to let the air in so I could see again so I could breathe

This poem was inspired by a passage in the book of poetry, Homie by Danez Smith. I find myself highlighting words or passages that move me every time I read, no matter what I am reading. When I find the highlight that projects to a poem, I don’t read the source again before I write, I just allow the nerve to be touched. And then I spill my words.

A snippet from page 30 of Homie and from the poem, self-portrait as ’90s R&B video, where I got my inspiration:

“even exist, but what she know? i have all this house to walk through, all these gowns to cry on, all these windows to watch the rain”

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*The link for the novel is an affiliate link to Bookshop. Supporting local bookstores.