We hunt for opportunities, but there's always the right chance for us.
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It's open--
A window in the wall,
Light streaming through frosted glass
Specks I almost take in my hands.
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I hasten,
Hands clutching the pane,
Edging to the handle,
Heart thudding in the chest.
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It swings and shuts,
My hand slips through,
But my fingers grasp---
The handle unseen.
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Another window, sealed.
A silhouette beyond--
A chance, running.
I chase, reach--
But stumble.
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Empty hands
Heart burdened.
But still I tread,
Knowing another window,
Somewhere--
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Opens.
For just me.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental
For Vocal's Poetry of the Hunt challenge.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (5)
I love your faith, Michelle! There is always the right chance for us.
Wonderful, Michelle < just beautiful <3
This was absolutely fantastic. I always love your short lines. You always find a way to weave them into insanely good rhymes.. This one rises up in profound vision. The sort of motivation one needs to go on. I love the imagery of the window. Your interaction with it. The specks you almost take in your hands. Was a vivid dream brought to reality. I feel that what you searched for you found it and then it slipped away. 'Heart thudding in the chest' YES! really feeling this. Fingers grasp. You're bringing the prompt to it's knees in this one. (I chase I reach). I feel the longing. Almost drunk and staggering. Love the hope left unreached in the end. Best of luck in the challenge, Michelle 🤗 ❤️ 🖤
Just lovely
Nice job Michelle! Liking the symbolism here. Reminds me a little of an Emily Dickinson poem I like called ..I don’t know as none of these have titles! Haha. Anyway, good luck to ya!😃