April 09, 2010

NaPoWriMo #9

I wrote this last night after my computer had been shut down and didn't get a chance to post this, so I'm posting it under yesterday's date.


The wind is sweet and soft
but too curious. It blows
like the curtains framing
my ever-changing window,
wild and untamed.

There's a freedom in those curtains,
some kind of story.
I listen some days, but
I don't hear much and I know
there are secrets
behind the truth that I'll never hear.

1 comment:

Jessie Carty said...

i like the idea of the curious...that could be fun to play with some more :)