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.
.
Love this.
ReplyDeletemuch depth to ponder. I've read it three times already:)
ReplyDeleteHi Lydia,
ReplyDeleteIt’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.
Oh my I love this! Fun and wisdom wrapped into words
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Wonderful Aunt! As always :)
ReplyDeleteAunt, 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:
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Love :)
This reminds me of the Emmylou Harris song "One of These Days." (That's a good thing.)
ReplyDeleteChanging course when needed and choosing our own happiness is a brave and essential step.
ReplyDeleteHmmm. I think this is going to be good.
ReplyDelete"When" and "Then" will forever stop my rambles from now on. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI read this twice, and it is very powerful. Nice "twist" at end.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the great work, Lydia.... :)