Portland Window by Phil Burns
He gazes from the hotel window
At downtown sidewalks slick with rain
He knows that soon he must leave Portland
And that he won’t be back again
The city sleeps on deep within him
Its beauty reaches for his soul
His wanders often seeming random
Are sometimes outwith his control
Once again he’s enervated
Fearing where he soon must go
His life recedes beyond his vision
Hiding truths that he must know
His dreams now leave him quite unsettled
Their meanings far from making sense
In this last he has a partner
Against whom he lacks defence
But when he stares back to his chambers
Where he believes he spent the night
It is not she who lies entangled
But someone else unrecognised
Other thoughts escape like whispers
Not quite caught amongst the winds
Intangible and half-remembered
They float away on silent wings
anelephantcant 
this was terrific..the last stanza was my fav..
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So happy you enjoyed it.
AnElephant sometimes worries about the darker stuff.
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AnElepahant speaks to a Lady’s heart
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If a Lady is listening, AnElephant is happy.
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If AnElephant is happy, then so is a Lady.
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This poem now leaves me unsettled
as if I was lucidly dreaming your dream.
But surely an elephant can’t
be clever enough to craft such a scheme!
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AnElephantCant craft such a scheme
He does not know quite what it means
Despite great endeavour
He is never that clever
He is pretty much as dumb as he seems
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Oh but he is clever. You win!
🙂
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Loved this! I like your serious side too and love the lines
“Other thoughts escape like whispers
Not quite caught amongst the winds
Intangible and half-remembered
They float away on silent wings”
that make me feel that this was a rather disturbing dream….
All the best to you 🙂
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Probably more confusing than disturbing.
But glad you found some of it to your taste.
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Intense… but I think I understand. Seems sometimes we think we know something or someone, only to find we did not know them at all really. Good writing Brian… good reflection. Hugs…
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Hmm, interesting thought, Roxi.
I am not always clear on the meaning myself, these tend to just come out pretty much fully formed.
Thanks for kind words.
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Not the quite of morning you expect to have, and a different type of poetry from you. It definitely has a spooky feel to it
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Yes, it is a bit strange.
But I try to post one of these most weeks.
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‘Tis very good
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