8 Feb: At Her Window

B&W young woman at the window

At Her Window

A woman at the window,
her face pale as weak light.
She might be crying, or not,
I don’t know, but she stares,

oddly long and unblinking.
And if I could pull her away
from the rain blurred pane,
we’d talk of pleasant things.

About strawberry jam,
or the coming of spring,
or how to make dumplings,
or how her husband died.

And I would tell her that
we are surprisingly alike,
and perhaps then I would
see her in a different light.

AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney

3 responses to “8 Feb: At Her Window”

  1. That intense curiosity about the life of somebody you don’t know – it’s really affecting me a lot lately. Not just the moment that I see them but all the moments that lead to my life intersecting with theirs. This is a lovely poem. I really like the list of you things you suggest to discuss with the woman. And I love the last stanza.


    1. This whole concept of “walk a mile in my shoes” seems to infiltrate my thoughts lately. I’m glad you like this one. Thanks.

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  2. To have empathy and compassion – always a good start. I like having conversations with nice strangers. I just had one in my library book store – Books are always a good subject for sharing smiles.

    There is a saddness, but also a ray of hope in your words.

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