On the Outside

[TheFifthElement]

Something I posted on my blog:


On the Outside

Condensation obscures the view
through the window
but I can see the fire
dancing, and shades of people
sharing wine and stories.
It’s dark out here,
alone in the cold,
the sound of their laughter
is just a shadow.

Christmas crowds bulge,
an overfilled stocking.
Knitted hats, plastic bags
stuffed to capacity.
There will be no candles
on the Christmas tree
for me, my stocking
stuffed with air.
It leaks out through holes
where the toe used to be.

Hear the church bells ringing,
singing the joy
of the season.
They do not ring for
the likes of me.
Here, on the outside,
I have all the friends I need.
I reach out an open hand,
and another one
turns to water.

[quasimodo1]

To TheFifthElement: A great poem; leave it as it stands. I've enjoyed all your postings and now this! quasimodo1

[ampoule]

I agree with quasimodo1.....to...ta...lee!

[TheFifthElement]

Thanks quasimodo & ampoule :)

[ahsiam]

wonderful poem. fifthelement. here is something i like .......







Hear the church bells ringing,
singing the joy
of the season.
They do not ring for
the likes of me.
Here, on the outside,
I have all the friends I need.
I reach out an open hand,
and another one
turns to water.

[symphony]

I have all the friends I need.
I reach out an open hand,
and another one
turns to water.
Excellently put!

[PrinceMyshkin]

Aside from all the telling detail, what I especially like so well about this is your sense of a poetic line, the sense of restraint throughout this, of saying nothing more than you absolutely need to and of leaving the space you've occupied as quickly as you can, almost as if you were apologizing for having presumed.