through the window

Create a New Post on your blog today with one of the Window Poems you created in your journal during class--either the poem about the view out of your own chosen window OR what you wrote about the view through the window of Edward Hopper's painting of the yellow house.  You could, of course, post both.  Feel free to add to or revise.  Include at least one image.

Here's my example...As you can see, I didn't follow directions and wrote about the view looking into a window (my neighbors'!  creeper!) rather than out.

Window Poem:  On the Birth of Alex C.

I see chili pepper barstools

through the kitchen window

of the house next door--

barstools I wouldn't have chosen

but a dining table I might have

and a pantry I envy.

The man of the house

ducks down quickly behind that table,

shielding himself from the glow

of my headlights, but I still see

he's in only his tightie-whities.

Tonight the lights are still on

long after my neighbors' normal bedtime.

New babies always disrupt schedules,

change lives completely.

Melting ice drips from the gutter

above the window onto mounds of

lingering, dirty snow on the driveway

between our two houses.

Shiny balloons float above the table

heralding congratulations upon

the family's new arrival.

A new mother leans for a moment

against the kitchen counter

trying to catch her breath.