If you can still tell
That the earth is turning,
It isn’t time yet
To stop changing
Tag: Change
the meanwhile butterfly
he saw discomfort written on his hands
and felt his will be thwarted by the world;
the patterns, all chaotic, of perchance
that settled dark in clouds and murky swirled
he turned inside to search out where the light
had gone, and why the bioverse gives pain;
he wanted sun, the shoulder-sun of june,
but felt it weakly through a window pane
he missed the meanwhile butterfly go by
the she without that turns the we to i
escaped from prism, eager to go forth;
the lesson of the worm, turned
metamorph
© Nylakatara2013 | Dreamstime.com – Butterfly iris
To share is human:
On Different Ground
The world is different than it was.
There’s no need to complain:
For things are always changing, and
The old becomes arcane
The library, for instance, was
A magic place to go:
But it’s a place that some kids now
Will never get to know
There’s knowledge and connection — it’s
Still out there to be found —
But many younger people will
Find that
On different
Ground
To share is human:
The Things We Say
The things we say
(Or think we say)
They morph and alter
Everyday –
So we recall,
Recall it all —
But yet, we falter,
Frail and small –
To speak the mind
We left behind,
Belief we beggar,
Naught we find —
The things we said
(Or thought we said)
They maunder:
Icy,
Cold,
And dead
To share is human:
First Night
Last night was our first
In our new place to live
My wife, my golden and me;
And we were up moving
And unpacking things
Until roughly a quarter to three.
There’s much more to do
In the next week or so
Till we are completely moved in;
But soon, very soon –
The old house door will close
Which we will not open again
And then we’ll drive off
From the home that we loved
At give one last backward look:
But that is the way.
When the old chapter’s done
You have to get on with the book.
