Once, with confidence,
stated my name –
clarity claiming
wisdom as mine
Today, sun burns,
accusing-bright,
I avoid conversation
question what is sane
This paradoxical state
of fluctuation, is it right,
and who among us is steady
enough to know for certain?
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson
Image my own)
This time of year change seems especially noticeable. Yesterday I noticed that the dogwood has lost almost all its leaves and just last week I was commenting on the depth of its color. I liked the ending of the poem, and I would say no one could be so steady.
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Amazing how fast the leaves have disappeared. Thanks LuAnne.
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Life can be an ongoing saga of undesirable experiences.
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Like we’re always being tested, lol.
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Yes, for sure.
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Such is life – nothing is permanent and certain
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Amen!
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This poem reminded me of dementia for some reason. Perhaps because I wrote about dementia recently. I thrive on change and find it difficult to remain in one mental situation for long. A thought provoking poem.
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Thanks Roberta. In my situation, illness caused me to lose mobility, and cognitive functioning, so you are not far off.
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Life is a unwinding paradox … it seems. Like how this one fits together!
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Thank you, Benjamin, and I agree
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Your poem could be depicting the end of my higher education career.
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It certainly is a phenomena of change – whenever we become new again.
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I’d never really thought of change in quite this way before, but you’re right.
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