Dec. 27, 2021

On Gazing out the Window

Three windows, full length and narrow
face southwest and draw in the light,
diffused by a dense overgrowth
of hedge and bush disguising a wall.

A lawn, looking like a dishevelled coat
contains a bed of untrammelled shrubs.
Table and chairs, strewn about on the deck
outside, confirms human lack of care.

Snakes or tarantulas lurking about
are not the major threat to life,
rather volumes of dog shit held aloft
by grass, primed for the unsuspecting shoe,

deposited by the inside mutt, whose
production rivals his methane counterpart.

Peter Clarke

Latest comments

25.11 | 22:15

Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.

07.11 | 11:14

Hi Peter,

A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there



06.11 | 16:24

A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.

06.11 | 15:59

Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.

In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.

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