Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #296 – Open A Window
“Poeticize what’s behind that closed door. Why is it closed? If you’ve had an experience where something had not gone in your favor only to lead to something amazing or life changing, write of that!
Or write about that open window. What do you see there? The scene is the root of your poem.”
As a street-wise
city kid, he hid
his true yearning
to live in a wide
spacious area,
overlooking
a vast ocean.
After becoming
a success in the
music business,
he purchased
an unassuming
beach house. When
friends visited in
Winter, they would
ask why he had a front
window open. He
graciously supplied
them with blankets,
and lit a cozy fire,
explaining that
he wants only to
catch zephyrs
of sea scents
when he drifts off
at night, and awakens
at dawn. He is content.
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