Windows A Sonnet Poem by Daniel Brick

I wish I could possess the qualities of the window ! ! ! windows are the most patient creatures in our universe. Always vigilant, always ready to receive Light, their souls are embedded in their transparency. They face only one direction so confident in their steadfast faith, the Light will find them. And it does: from all angles, it pour over them in delicate shimmers, or blasts them with sun fire, or it barely touches them with twilight, and then quickly withdraws.

A lovely personification of windows. This poem gives such a great message...We need to embody the qualities windows have, always ready to receive light, facing with utmost patience a single direction but never flinching whether touched by a little amount of light or flooded with a barrage of sunlight. Their souls are embedded in transparency....so are our souls but Daniel we camouflage ourselves n live a life of pretension. If only we could be like windows. A great great write. A super 10.

I know very well that this wonderful poet has left us forever but his beautiful poetry makes him immortal.

A wonderful poem! Yes, the windows face one and only one direction. Appreciated the thought contents and the precious message!

A relining! You may be surprised to learn windows are in our universe the most patient creatures. Always vigilant, always ready to receive Light, their souls embedded in their transparency. They face only one direction so confident in their steadfast faith, the Light will find them. And it does: from all angles, it pour over them in delicate shimmers, or blasts them with sun fire, or it barely touches them with twilight, and then quickly withdraws. At night, blue crystal vases and bowls harbor the Light.

Only you! ! ! We look out our windows and the most we think about the windows is that we need to clean the spots off them with Windex. You look not only through but at and see those layers and layers of meaning to them. And not only layers but lovely poetic wise layers. I'm looking out my window right now wondering what you would see to write about- - there's the porch rails and the roof shading the porch and the flower pots [way too mundane... except I wonder what you would do with those pots and their dead plants...] That's the thing about you and your imagination- you will see remarkable things out there and then turn what you see into magic. A million 10's and a place on my Fav list to remind me what great writing looks like. 10'sssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

Mind should be open to receive wisdom from all directions like windows that receive light. A nice poem with a strong message. Loved it.