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Window Panes

August 9, 2010
By Bookwormwriter SILVER, Centerville, Ohio
Bookwormwriter SILVER, Centerville, Ohio
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Blocking the view
of the outdoors.
White bars,
restricting me
from seeing
my potential.
From seeing
the baby birds
grow old and
leave the nest.
From seeing
the leaves on trees
turn brown with time.
The window panes
are like jail bars.
White, plastic,
yet they keep prisoners.
But whenever I've had enough
of trying to look around them,
I just go the back of the house.
The windows there don't have them.

The author's comments:
This is part of an email thread that my friend and I have. We give each other prompts, and the other writes a poem on it.

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nicmoo SILVER said...
on Sep. 17 2010 at 11:46 am
nicmoo SILVER, Florence, Kentucky
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i feel really similar to you in this.  Always trying to get out, and using the same escape.

that's how i read it, at lease. very nice. i like the small rhyme you threw in at the end.