Framed in window
Silhouette lonely
Watching life’s flow

Life sucked marrow and
… Limbs hollowed, languish
In steel frames, thwarted body
Rocker framed

Mind, a contrary bird
Recognizes no boundaries
Soars at will, often accompanying
Interesting passersby

Stories happen, up conjured,
Visualized, heavily lathered
By own life’s lived swatches
Skillfully selected

Solitude is a frame of mind
Mind can break free, willfully
Take to the skies, leaving, entering
Stationary framed body, intermittently
painting is by Edward Hopper- “Room in Brooklyn, 1932”


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