Beauty comes in different shapes, sizes, colors,
each radiant in their own way,
but instead of cherishing uniqueness within the frame,
demands are made for all to be the same.
With much "pane" the self is sealed within,
shutters firmly closed, diversity now unseen.
And yet, some are unsatisfied, preoccupied
with what is boarded up, declared "unclean", least it escape
and contaminate, unwilling to focus upon the reflected image
and rotting odor emanating from within themselves.
Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, December 16, 2011
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This is linked up with Poetry Jam. (this week's theme: occupy) This poem is NOT a reflection of Old Salem, but an overall feeling of what I think we humans are guilty of time and again throughout history... well, since the beginning of time!
The images here are of some of the beautiful and simple windows of Old Salem.