Tuesday, January 27, 2009

NEW ROADS

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

3 comments:

  1. Another pretty poem! I especially like how you "change" by the end of the poem by going to italics in that last stanza.

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  2. A fine poem that reads easily, but makes its point forcefully.

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  3. This is so true and very close to home for me. Lovely read, you.

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