Words Fall Through the Window

This poem grew from three small conversations across the WordPress community — first with David, then with Nancy, and then with David once more. Each reply carried its own quiet image, and when I gathered them together, they seemed to form a single drift of thought, as if the words had slipped through the same window and landed in one place.
In stanza order, they are.
1. David: Sketches, poems, scraps, or: Dreams – The Skeptic’s Kaddish 
2. Nancy: Unread Message – The Elephant’s Trunk 
3. David: Intellectual or Public introspectual – The Skeptic’s Kaddish 

Between light and shadow, these moments gather — small echoes leading toward the words that follow.

Words Fall Through the Window

Looking through a window 
Searching for tomorrow 
There is only an afterglow 
As life lingers in limbo

Petals softly fall 
Knowing the sound of silence 
“Do not wait for me” 

Sailing alone in my rescue craft 
I sense a spirited updraught 
rising through the stairwell’s shaft
 

Where the view softens, and the silence deepens, somewhere beyond the glass, the music carries what the words leave behind

Ivor Steven ©  June 2026