The Mill, 1964, Andrew Wyeth
MY NAME IS GLASS
Laughing on the outside,
crying on the inside..
when will these people
just leave me alone?
They insist on "being close" to me,
breathing hot air on me
breathing hot air on me
like "closing in" on my privacy.
It was OK until they turned up the heat
one side of me feels like broiled meat!
They breathe hot and cold
For me it gets so old,
the way they steam up my pane
so even I can't see the lane
Must I be always relegated to
warm on inside, cold on outside?
wet on inside, as laundered curtain (ACHOOO!)
See? I'm catching a cold--or is that YOU?
Ahhhh soon again it will begin
that "...Sumer is icumen in..."
Steveroni
ok...it's glass... and i better go to bed now...smiles...good nite...
ReplyDeleteHEY! Does this mean I'm not the ONLY one who fu--er, screws up? HAHAHA!
DeleteWish ti hell I knew what you had written, Claudia, it HAD to be "good"!
PEACE and LIGHT!
lol with the current cold snap i am sure they are getting all kinds of close to you...and i dont know how much cold you will be catching...probably boiling hot...fun little riddle you wrote steve...
ReplyDeletedo you even need furnaces in florida...i mean a cold snap is 60 right...smiles....
NO furnace--but we DO have handles on windows, so we CAN close them overnight!
DeleteLOL!
(Actually, our house even has a fireplace--30 years old, but brand new!)
Hilarious Steve! Yes, the cold affects not just the surroundings but also our insides. Apparently it is going into extremes this time! Nicely!
ReplyDeleteHank
It will get better.
ReplyDeleteGood one Steve!
ReplyDeletePoor glass. I never thought of it that way. I love glass. I really do.
ReplyDeleteWhat a creative take on the photo prompt...the perspective you've taken is so unique. Really enjoyed this one.
ReplyDeleteThese oppostes are painfully divided ......i dig the anguish
ReplyDeleteI love this ... resurrected wonderful memories of performing 'Summer is Acumen In' with a women's singing group ~ ages ago. We knew it as the 'Cuckoo Song.' Audiences loved it!
ReplyDeleteI never thought about the windows point of view! Excellent!
ReplyDeleteI never thought I can write from the perspective of the window glass ~ Good one Steve ~ I'm wishing for hot and hotter air right now ~
ReplyDeleteAt age 5 or 6 on the farm sometimes I pretended I was a tree. Amazing how differently I thought about things then...
ReplyDeleteSteve, I am lucky you are my friend, and that I can learn from your poems ... this is so beautiful, a whole new perspective, story of a glass ... just loved it :-)
ReplyDeleteLove the last line ! And have to say "Well Observed" and well imagined- : )
ReplyDeleteCreative and fun as always.
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
=)
Oh my goodness, I loved this! You're so clever....this was so much fun to read. I read it thrice!
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm that glass ... And, these words, I feel most of the time ... Thanks, Steve ... :)
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