This is all I have right now. The first poem was written in response to a picture of a window with a bird emerging from the wallpaper.

The Third Floor Bedroom

An open window,

A dawn into a world unknown,

Another beginning of a life forgotten,

As the fog rises and the light breaks free,

Sights of something new appears,

A vision unseen before,

And the imagination begins to wonder,

What is out there?

The wind stops, and all is silent.

For a second, nothing moves,

Then a glimpse of white catches the eye.

A small wing flutters,

For a bird has broken free,

And the mind is amazed,

At something so unnatural,

But the bird and the window,

Are both setting out into a new world,

Of original obstacles,

And original solutions.

For this bedroom is only the beginning,

Of a new world beyond the third-floor.

- by Matt Stephens


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