Windows Remained Smeared
we never really knew you
we attempted to peer in
but the windows remained smeared
and there is nowhere to begin
life appears to be perfection,
with carefully chosen words
we never really knew you
hidden by gloss like verse
there are no highs and there no lows
there is no real emotion
and no sign of what you know
we never really knew you
somehow it falls just short
as if revealing too much
is somehow akin to getting caught
we never really knew you
no hope and fear is expansive
brief moments of the past
most seemingly expressed
looking fine in their sunday best
but no characters really shine through
no real depth
we never really knew you
James Garratt – Tuesday 6th May 2007
James Garratt – March 2007
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Windows Remained Smeared – Written Tuesday 6th May 2007 (Aged 32)
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 
“brief moments of the past
most seemingly expressed
looking fine in their sunday best
but no characters really shine through
no real depth
we never really knew you”
A strong finish, I like this. 🙂
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Thank you :). All this stuff from May 2007 was really just an outpouring of frustration, anger and feeling utterly lost. It’s remarkable to me that personally I let things get to a point where I in the end, just imploded and everything went tits up. That part of me and life isn’t reflected in this period of writing, it’s a focus on one person and the pain they bought into my life. That’s sad, but, it’s all part of life and I am truly embarrassed by this writing, but I accept it. None of these pieces had titles and in my mind probably aren’t finished as such, it was poem, next one, poem, next one…. I don’t think when you’re young people truly explain how much madness and trauma there is in the world and how people will happily destroy you or harm you in a reaction to their own not managed trauma.
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I don’t think you need titles when you just try to find a place to put your pain – and that is how this reads. The pain is palpable – it is very honest poetry. Glad you made it through. 🙂
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The Sunday Best idea is a commonality in my writing. Like you, a lot of ideas and phrases bounce around my head and I’ve always like the idea. I also like, what we would say in English are things your mother said, these bizarre turns of phrase which were almost meaningless. We have a lot of them in English as I’m sure you do in German. The language of them fascinates me
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It is a very great phrase – I always enjoy how we can sculpt phrases & meaning by giving them a set of clothes (which you literally did here) they do not usually wear or by putting them into unusual contexts. 🙂 Language can be so fascinating when you get playful.
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Thank you – that’s very true.
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