Looking in the window
My senses
in a tizzy!
A spectrum
of colours,
A gust of
wind, ushering me inside.
The tapestry
of life shining through,
A tear
here, a secret lover’s glance there.
Listless
grey of sadness darkens one room,
Tinkering
laughter glows gold in another.
I taste green,
the colour of plenty, but my mouth goes bitter from poisonous envy.
There is
madness hidden in a riot of colours,
And then a
calm voice driving those blues away.
A sudden red hot
glaze of anger shoots at me.
I back off
into the halls, curiouser and curiouser.
I buzz, hmm
and haw through life.
I see, I
hear, I smell, I taste,
Quietly,
subversively.
