The Eye of the Soul

[Bianca Alabaster]

(The Window of Imagination)

A Season is coming to a close
the end of a time clocking hours
where I gazed out at a beautiful expanse
and let my imagination roam free
to just be and compose poetry.

Here came the sun in
to bite my neck
and drink my blood…
there came the dragonfly
the cricket and moth
and the merry hummingbird
to lift my spirit
and make me fly.

Perfectly centered is the
lone little tree
who gave her leaves
last autumn
in great beauty
dancing her dance
with her one last
red leaf.

Out in the field
I was the Scarecrow
abandoned, fragmented
stuck on a pole;
whose only friends
were the crows.

And I was the mad poet also
whose poetry was cow dung
and who felt like a
flayed open beet
in the cold, cold field
who lay bleeding
in the snow.

Over beyond the trees
was the harvest moon
and the many sunrises.
Up over the ridge flew
the eagle and hawk,
grace flying high.
And the great many
cloud shapes created
wonder in the sky.

I shall miss my muse…
this computer terminal
and reception desk
that was never my
chain and shackles
because of that great window
and the window of my mind.

© 9/3/2010

[billy]

are you retiring Bianca?

feels a little sad, 3 and 5 were my fave verse.
the piece has a melancholy about it which for me is almost palpable.

thanks for the read, good to see you again as always

[Bianca Alabaster]

Retiring, I wish. I'd love nothing more than to sit like a hermit and write poetry. Yet poetry "strikes" me wherever I am, thus this write proves. I was working at my Admin job when a poem would begin to flow and I'd hurry and write while I was processing mail or answering the phone, or doing a report; whatever. I'd write poetry in the car on the way to work.

My last day at Clearsnap is 9/17/10. Then my contract ends. I have written many poems at that window. Glad you enjoyed this summary of them Yes the poem is sad, as I am to be leaving the workplace - great people there and I will truly miss the inspiration of the window. The verses that you liked, I think I'll post those poems. And the one about the Sun.

It's good to be "seen" I always enjoy being here.

[addy]

Lots of great lines here, my favorites were stanza 2 and 5... superb!

It felt kind of thoughtful, and not exactly sad, but more of a peaceful passing. the beauty of writing is that you never really "lose" these things.

[Bianca Alabaster]

amen!