Their eyes

TSL's NAPOWRIMO Prompt for day 25  is given by our cool suave poet Agnivesh Mahapatra

Please tag him in your prompt poem so he can read it.

"Hello, dearest TSLers!  Poets are quintessential seers. And what beats a window for the sights! The window has served the poets through eons to witness all sorts of things, beings, and happenings. Whether it was something mundane or extraordinary or rain, sea, storm, or snowfall a window shows it all.  Today I would like you all to write a window poem, whether looking through one or taking it as a metaphor. The window of imagination and opportunities is wide open...  But this sounds all too easy eh‽ Wait, conditions applied... Let's be brave to opt for brevity and make each word speak manifold. So I would like you to use each word with the utmost precision, only if it's absolutely necessary. And lastly, please keep your writes around 20 lines at the most.  Rush to your windows, folks... Happy Writing!"

It is said that the eyes

Are the windows of the soul

It is remarkable in old people

Some, unfortunately,

Can barely glance around them

Denying their mortality,

Eyes scanning their surroundings

As if on high alert 

They are afraid to face reality

It passes by them  

They don’t partake in it

They take refuge in their past

There’s safety in there

Everything is known

Death has no part in it

Or so they believe

At the sad announcement 

Of the passing of one of their loved ones

You can see the glee in their eyes

They have survived, they are needy,

They need our love, compassion

In their enforced retrenchment .

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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