Windows | A Poem

Another one of my 4-H creative writing exercises was to write a poem! I considered copping out and using the poem I wrote a while ago, but I decided to write a new one instead, for more practice. During the process of writing this one, another one wrote itself in my mind.

Here’s the one that wrote itself.

I’m writing a poem that needs to be deep

It’s supposed to have rhythm and metrical feet

Through bang-head-here moments I groan and I weep

While googling synonyms that start with e.

All right. Here’s “Windows.”

some slam the shutters, seal out light
afraid of being seen

others peer out over the sill
but soon duck back beneath

some lean out, searching, grasping for
rewards they cannot reach

while scoffers stand behind the glass
they never brave to breach

few sit, no screen, no shade to shield
their smiles from the world

if eyes are windows to the soul
who will i see in yours?

What did you think? Comments? Critiques?