Many Windows ((a poem: "Bringing it Together")(and Commentary on poetic form and structure))

Many Windows
“Bringing it together”


If I shine or if I’m dull
Little does it matter now?
Days fly by like drops of rain
As I slip an’ slide
Past the windows of my life
Down the unseen highways!

I stand looking out my windows
Little do I think or say
Blue, yellow, green and white
(All the windows of my life)
They all kind-of look the same
Kind-of look way too plain…

No matter where stand
No matter what I say
No matter where I go it seems
A Poet’s vanity, will never change
Like dirty windows, dirty panes,
That constantly needs cleaning!


By Dennis L. Siluk
Notes: Poem No: 2662 (2-18-2010): this poem was inspired after seeing the painting
By Christine Tulgren, “Bringing it Together:”



Commentary (on form and structure): When you look at something, you are looking at what is a structure, and the structure is made up of parts, like a book with chapters, or a poem with design, or a painting. The meaning of the word structure sounds—for the most part, as “fitting together…” something. The most obvious part of structure—that we normally look at is called elements, the basics; in the painting of Ms Tulgren, “Bringing it Together,” one can see why the lines fit together into a shape or pattern (for me they are windows, zooming by, like drops of rain, in place of days; at least to me this is the ‘why’ part of it). To somebody else, the painting (or perhaps poem of mine), at first glance has no form to announce—the relatable question maybe: “When does it take on this form that amazes you to want to buy the painting or cherish the poem, or finish reading the book?” I’ll answer that question in a moment. We must remember we are psychological beings first; but second: some writes prefer rigid forms, as do some artists: exact words, exact lines, exact everything, an extra syllable here or there, a brush stroke here or there, paint within boundaries, paint outside of boundaries—thus you get a psychological perception: the point being, the poet like the artist demonstrates his skill to the reader or observer when they can feel the pleasure of an obstacle overcome (if this makes sense, then buy the book, or the painting or put the poem on the wall); hence, the reader, the poet and/or the artist, we all succeed.