Free Verse

from new mistakes in Oldmanhood

February 4, 2026

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The inside of my head

is wallpapered with scenes

from my office window.

If it was open wide

I could almost touch some trees.

The pair of crows

who take care of me,

sometimes flash past the window

between me and those trees.

How cool is that?

Morning sun just hit

the frosted asphalt shingles

of the building next door.

The trees behind

and around the building

are already lit.

I don’t know

how much of this excitement

I can take in one sitting,

so I rise and grab

the ukulele from its stand

by the bookcase

across the room,

and sweep out my head

with a song.

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▾ This Poem's Voice

Deeply personal observation of office window, crow companions, specific location details.

Multiple distinct ideas: wallpapered mind, window view, crows, sunlight, excitement, music catharsis.

Predominantly positive wonder and delight; 'How cool is that?' and musical resolution affirm joy.

Moderate kinetic movement: crows flashing, sun hitting, physical rising and grabbing ukulele.

Approximately 24 lines; falls in 16-30 line range.

Wallpapered mind metaphor, personified crows caring, sweeping head with song. Moderate ornamentation.

Pure lyric internal voice; direct first-person sensory meditation without narrative or dramatic persona shift.

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