What night, day, or dawn of imagination do you hear?
These are but sunspots; ink’s shine in you eyes
You vision lone words, adorned with dusk; aligned
A language dressed and used by most to prey and feed upon
How come you to see meaning, breadth, and woe; the insights found?
What is this power you read by?
How can you pick up a dancer in your hands?
Talk to him and learn it is called by the sir name Poem
Find out he has no ears; mute as pen and paper
Yet still you converse and seem pleased
Madness I say is the glory of being
Always a laugh shy of you being … too sane
But who would be caught in a castle not there
Looking-out to the world that wears the same air?
Thinking there lives such a barrier. Where?
But, lo there is none, still you feel like a dear
Is the castle window fair behind itself without a wall?
To hold the world in shuttering, wishing it may cared
For you to see you have within you your freedom’s eyes
Where pictures are treasures you’ll find free of guise
Dreams coming true, big as peace waiting here
You are (all you have ever looked for) out there…
Now you’re home within —you without fear
Your deep insights’ here released always quiet clear
You are who you have always been looking for!
Your a gift to the world castled by fearful walls
Free them one shot at a time with your lens
And still more move lives with the ink from your pen
© Copyright 1/7/2008 C.C. Arshagra
From “To Hear the Quiet /The Poetry of Good-bye” series (Unpublished work)
The lens-inverted woman" its dedicated to Jen Whyte for being the first to read all my posted writings to date, and commenting on every one, and choosing “The World” as her favorite. I visited her RedBubble page and looked a her photography, Then I selected one and …so here it is now a poem based on “The Castle Window” by pijinlane. Thank you. —C.C.