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