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.
Written in response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See? #345’ prompt
>> What do you see # 345- 15, June- 2026 – Keep it alive
A quiet moment at the window that opened into the poem below
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
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 
Thought provoking, Ivor.
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Thank you kindly, VJ
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Wonderful how this all came together, my dear friend. Thank you for including my verse; so lovely and greatly appreciate being part of your poetic creations. Excellent soundtracking, as always. 💙 ☺️ 🎶
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Thank you for being an inspiration for my poem, your articles seem to nudge me to respond with a thoughtful comment my friend and as Wendy’s amazing song, I was fortunate enough to see her live way back when … she was referred to Australia’s ‘Janis Joplin’ 🎶🥰💙📘📖
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Very clever, Ivor. 🙂
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Thank you so much for appreciating how my incidental anecdotes seem to fall together, Sue 📖🥰
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