I left the window open
And a dame came in
Pretty and beautiful
She found a spot within
A little soft corner in
The depths of my heart
She stayed for a little while
Then things fell apart
She left me and was gone
Except her memory
Now she’ll be in my head
As an unsolved mystery
Where would she be now?
Is there a clue to show?
I wonder sometimes why
She came in through the window

Was it a dream or a ghost maybe?
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Or an alien…
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Oh yes I hadn’t thought of that. Very interesting!
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O how sweet, a bright little angel just stay in your head. So that after a while, just be patient, you will be completely mad!
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Haha. I know that feeling
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I enjoyed your poem. 🙂 very nice with unanswered questions to ponder for awhile.
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Thanks
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Hmmm, maybe I should start leaving my window open and see what or who comes in. 🤔
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Sure. Give it a try
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Hello,
Recently I’ve been nominated to VBA (https://unoriginalnotes.com/2018/03/05/nomination-for-the-versatile-blogger-award/) and I wish to share my happiness and nominate you too. I hope you won’t mind.
Warm regards,
Liz
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Thank you
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You’re welcome
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Dear Frank, I am so glad to have discovered your poems which I always enjoy because of your great ability to rhyme words without sounding artificial. Your poems possess a special musicality, they all contain powerful messages and beautifully written images. Besides, you are a good communicator of feelings and thoughts and I am sure that must make your poems accessible to many people, even to those not used to reading poetry. This poem about the dame coming through the window is lovely, oneiric, it seems to suggest someone longing for love but not being able to fulfill it. It is like a dream, you wake up and the magic moments are gone. All that remains are memories. You deal with a universal topic, where we can all identify ourselves with. Our conscious mind is locked or under control, but the subconscious leaves an open window to dreaming, to the dame. I wrote an art-based poem that I think bears great connections with yours. What do you think: https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2016/12/02/elina-duni-quartet-syte/
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So well written , all we need to do is open the windows 🙂
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Haha. Yes, if you enjoy the company of a dame
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She came thru the window because the door was locked. 🙂
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Thanks
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Did she come in through
the bathroom window,
whilst Joe Cocker was
singing in the shower?
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Haha
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I dont know why but it reminds me of an old film called Brief Encounter – how the main character can’t stop thinking of him. They met only because she had something in her eye and that’s when it started.
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Anything that gets you thinking must be good
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Yeah maybe you should try watching it too 😊
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I will
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Frank, maybe you had locked your door so she had to find another entry to your heart.
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Ah, then I should have closed it once she came in
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I have a thought, but always fear I’ll be misinterpreted 🙂
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Let them. You post anyway
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Okay…I was thinking maybe “dame” made her leave…
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She’s a vampire and your place is public domain. She needed no invite.
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Think I’ve been there.
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You get in through the windows?
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Not quite
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This window of yours is quite a revolving door … wicked good, as usual 👍
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Thank you
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A threshold, and longing, great piece
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Thank you
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I think she came in through the window because it was open 😉
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I guess that’s the only logical explanation
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Reminds me of Peter pan!
Nice write up
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Thanks
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You both have me a little nervous about window prowlers now 😅
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Haha… don’t worry. They leave just as good as they come
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I think I’m going to double check my window lock tonight haha
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Unless you prefer the company of dames
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Yes!
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It happened to me once. It was a gentleman and he is still in my head.
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In a good way, right?
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Of course, of course… I am thinking kindness here.
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Did she have green eyes by chance? I only ask because this reminded me of a similar write that I remember reading a few years ago… very mysterious window lady. 👍🏼
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She had green skin
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Oh my! Well that isn’t the same exactly haha! Still it’s a good read! 👍🏼
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Haha. Thanks
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🤣🦎 love these ‘through the window’ poems… sorry I haven’t been over for a while. Always worth popping back to you for giggles and good writing 🥂
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No problem. Glad to know you liked them.
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