The Window

The Window
Prince Escobar
I stare amazed at the glazed snow frosting my yard
lost in the shards of nostalgia, glass pained remembrance
Tempted by the brisk air and my daughters whisps of hair
as her honey eyes flared with joy under the falling flakes
running with all her might every few steps stalling for breaks
my sister supervising, calling her name, causing the game
in the motion picture pausing in frames to catch my attention with a grin
and im tempted from within, to join in the fun
as i stand at the window with my boy as the sun
catches an angle on his face, making him look like an angel full of grace
my place is lit with a roasting fire and i bask in the scent of wintertime
the crispness of the aromas, gifts contrast the listless stiffness of the fall
i witness this all with pride staring out on my front lawn
from stoop to gate, the fences' every intricate loop is great
though you may see a man lost in the dramatics of the season
what i feel is my very reason for breathing, leaving life in the hood
providing a good place for my family to take root in
to grow from and offer a place for some less fortunate to move in
this is my first winter in a home, with a lawn to call my own
my first window that shows fence in front of grass, not merely a brownstone
and so you may not understand where i stand, caught up in having a lawn
a front door with an alarm, free of rent with quaintness and charm
but to me there is no satisfaction matching that in my heart
then to stare amazed at the glazed snow frosting my yard
1luv.

Im actually very suprised with this piece..the tone is phenomenal and the clarity of the imagery is great. Man i really liked this piece the way you told the story and the pace was very relaxed and overall it was just a very enjoyable piece, im really surprised no one has dropped a comment yet, especially since this is the hottest piece of seen in a while...great job Fresh.
-Fiasco

Thanks for showing me some love, i appreciate the break down, elevation is key, 1luv.

Well isnt this nice, someone can write!

Nah but kool job man, the title was dope, and your peice wasnt predictable, which was definitly positive in my book. I enjoyed these lines the most:

lost in the shards of nostalgia, glass pained remembrance
Tempted by the brisk air and my daughters whisps of hair
as her honey eyes flared with joy under the falling flakes
running with all her might every few steps stalling for breaks
my sister supervising, calling her name, causing the game
in the motion picture pausing in frames to catch my attention with a grin
and im tempted from within, to join in the fun
as i stand at the window with my boy as the sun

those were the lines that amazed me the most, it had so much detail and imagery man, i couldnt even explain. this deserves some HoF action. thanks for the read.

some of the lines are really class great poetry
like how deep you went in so the picture came so clear
respect

Thank you all for your replies, i appreciate it, elevation of course is key, 1luv.

Perhaps one last up, on the last day of the year...elevation is key, 1luv.

You told a story and it was very much worth reading... I just wish other ppl might read my stuff too... sniff sniff sniff... j/k But anywho... it was nice... I'll say this one more time.. If I can picture what your saying its worth reading.. I had a picture in my mind.. maybe you should look into publishing... holla at me if intrested..