Tuesday, March 10, 2015

When

When when was a word
trailing off into space
and change was avoided, 
to keep an unholy peace,
I kept pace with the
fullness of nothing.

Then then became a sword
to die upon or to swallow
and in my marrow I knew
that when is now and
always had been.

So without a runway or
landing strip I changed
course and one day
I will say I flew.

.

10 comments:

Annie H said...

Love this.

English Rider said...

much depth to ponder. I've read it three times already:)

Friko said...

Hi Lydia,

It’s a long time since I last visited your blog or you mine; long long ago you were one of the first to land at Friko’s World, for which I thank you.

Your poem is one of those spontaneous insights, the ones that open a window and suddenly you see clearly.



kj said...

Oh my I love this! Fun and wisdom wrapped into words

Love
kj

Riyadh said...

Wonderful Aunt! As always :)

Aunt, I would like to take the space here to share an way so that we can keep in touch.

Please shoot me an email at:

mdriyadhsharif AT live DOT COM

Love :)

Fireblossom said...

This reminds me of the Emmylou Harris song "One of These Days." (That's a good thing.)

Grandmother (Mary) said...

Changing course when needed and choosing our own happiness is a brave and essential step.

Midlife Roadtripper said...

Hmmm. I think this is going to be good.

rosaria williams said...

"When" and "Then" will forever stop my rambles from now on. Beautiful.

Lisa Allender said...

I read this twice, and it is very powerful. Nice "twist" at end.
Keep up the great work, Lydia.... :)

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