This is the last of the Poetry Thursday writing exercises. The good folks over there have something new up their sleeves, starting on September 4th. Since it is the last one, I wanted to participate, so I scribbled out a few words. I know it's no longer Thursday here, but I'm hoping that somewhere, near the International Date Line, it's still Thursday. The theme for this week is “an open window.” I’ve been very busy and didn’t have the time to spend polishing it (I would like to make the two halves more parallel, but that’ll have to wait. Also, in looking for a photo, I wasn’t able to find one with blowing curtains (I know I have such photos, but not in recent “digital” shots, so I’m posting this with a photo through the dirty porthole in the Big Sable Lighthouse on Lake Michigan.
Curtains blow in the breeze
in front of an open window
embracing the goodness offered by nature:
cool fresh air on a warm night,
the sounds of nature’s opera
and the soft rays of the morning sun.
But if you’re not careful
that open window will also let in the riff-raff:
gnats and swarming mosquitoes,
blowing rain and cold,
and, of course, the boogey man.