The Butterfly Hours Memoir Project FINAL POST: WINDOW poem

Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Buffy's Blog for Roundup.

This is the final entry in my 180-post series! You can check out all the entries here. It's been a bit brutal, and some weeks I wasn't sure I wanted to go on... but I did, and here we are. Hooray!!!

For 2019 I'm running a year-long series on my blog in which I share my responses to the writing assignment prompts found in THE BUTTERLY HOURS by Patty Dann.

I welcome you to join me, if you like! I've divided the prompts by month, and the plan is to respond to 3 (or so) a week. For some of these I may write poems, for others prose. The important thing is to mine my memory. Who knows where this exploration will lead?
For links to the prompts I've written on so far this year, please click on The Butterfly Hours tab above.

This (final!) month's prompts are train, trophy, typewriter, umbrella, Vietnam, war, washing machine, widow, window.

WINDOW



Window
A poem is a sheet of glassTucked between wood frames.Your world will be transformedWhen you peek through the panes.
Lift the sash just a crack,Catch the scented words.Breathe deep the new syllablesThis moment has stirred.
Now find yourself in the glass,trace reflection with a finger –These lines are made to shift and turn,Embrace the ones that linger.
Work it till it sparkles --Even clouded glass can shine.Discover the beauty that happensWhen streak and light entwine.
Take it line by line,Be transparent with your heart.A poem isn’t choosy –sunlight or moonbeam: start.
- Irene Latham

Happy Holidays, and thank you so much for reading.