Sometimes I long for change.
Real change...
Not just small stuff,
like rearranged schedule,
or a new movie in town.
Big Change...
like a move to a new city.
An adventure of getting to know
discover delightful quirks,
streets, works,
landscapes, people.
I hunger for new experience.
New out goings.
New in comings.
New roads.
Change...
But like Candide, is the change I
seek in my own back yard?
or
closer still?
Within me?
Is that the difference I long for?
From my back door
the sky is beautiful tonight,
with its rose faded colors,
night blue deepening to velvet.
I am the door to new roads.
Change is a star studded sky
within me.
Linda McGeary
(c) 8.27.99
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Another pretty poem! I especially like how you "change" by the end of the poem by going to italics in that last stanza.
ReplyDeleteA fine poem that reads easily, but makes its point forcefully.
ReplyDeleteThis is so true and very close to home for me. Lovely read, you.
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