“empty window box”

Written for:  The Twiglets #200 - "empty window box"

The red geraniums
felled by Winter
leave an empty box
on the windowsill.

The window box
was bare, and crooked,
partially pulled out.
Raccoons again.

looks at empty box
her imagination
fills it with pansies

                  She slowly filled out her ballot
                  as if painting it from a palette.
                   She did not know all names
               next to blank squares, felt shamed.
        Filled them with crayons, then ate some chocolate.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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8 Responses to “empty window box”

  1. Enjoyable read. Thanks for stopping by my blog as well


  2. Misky says:

    What a fascinating limerick! Loved it.


  3. Jules says:

    I so cannot wait until the political river quiets to a trickle. We need to be informed but I dislike all the negativity and bias baloney parading as fact. Pass the brown crayon so we can share some ‘chocolate’ milk 😉

    Lovely little verses too.


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