Dark Window

Portland Window by Phil Burns

Portland Window by Phil Burns

He gazes from the hotel window
At downtown sidewalks slick with rain
He knows that soon he must leave Portland
And that he won’t be back again

The city sleeps on deep within him
Its beauty reaches for his soul
His wanders often seeming random
Are sometimes outwith his control

Once again he’s enervated
Fearing where he soon must go
His life recedes beyond his vision
Hiding truths that he must know

His dreams now leave him quite unsettled
Their meanings far from making sense
In this last he has a partner
Against whom he lacks defence

But when he stares back to his chambers
Where he believes he spent the night
It is not she who lies entangled
But someone else unrecognised

Other thoughts escape like whispers
Not quite caught amongst the winds
Intangible and half-remembered
They float away on silent wings

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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15 Responses to Dark Window

  1. nightlake says:

    this was terrific..the last stanza was my fav..

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  2. Lady Lovely says:

    AnElepahant speaks to a Lady’s heart

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  3. Matilda Aya says:

    This poem now leaves me unsettled
    as if I was lucidly dreaming your dream.
    But surely an elephant can’t
    be clever enough to craft such a scheme!

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  4. Loved this! I like your serious side too and love the lines

    “Other thoughts escape like whispers
    Not quite caught amongst the winds
    Intangible and half-remembered
    They float away on silent wings”

    that make me feel that this was a rather disturbing dream….

    All the best to you 🙂

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  5. Intense… but I think I understand. Seems sometimes we think we know something or someone, only to find we did not know them at all really. Good writing Brian… good reflection. Hugs…

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  6. Alastair says:

    Not the quite of morning you expect to have, and a different type of poetry from you. It definitely has a spooky feel to it

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