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Embracing Cinder Blocks and Tires
Hating change is hating God.
Changes are. Constant.
Sometimes they hit like cinder blocks falling on
our feet and breaking them into
permanent pain,
and sometimes change leaks slowly, like air
from a tire,
until we drift uselessly off the road
we have
been traveling, hoping to shop for the
right change
over a long non-urgent period of time.
Could we have seen the cinder blocks falling and death
calling? climate changing and pets
ranging? Is there
time to fund more medical solutions and
space
exploration? For all? This place is
too small.
And irregular. Let's get out.
Let's run about.
Or lock in form—a cadence of six
feet—with rhymes.
At times. Lock in love. A dove. You are. Change.ing.
For Sumana and my prompt Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Changes
See sky's clouds stopping,
racing, as they strive to keep
up with earth's changes.
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"Let's run about. Or lock in form—a cadence of six feet—with rhymes. At times. Lock in love. A dove. You are. Change.ing." Goodness this is such a beautiful poem, Susan!❤️ I resonate with the idea of 'if you hate change, you hate God,'.. I believe one shouldn't hate but rather hold on to belief and faith. There is so much He has planned for us... one need only be patient and see.
ReplyDeleteSuch wonderful musings on changes
ReplyDeleteI love the note of acceptance in the first stanza and the pledge of being and becoming in the final. I feel 'change' is all about this, so wonderfully captivated.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, most of the changes that come my way are like cinderblocks dropping on bare feet. I wish more of them would come like a slowly leaking car tire. But the end result is the same: uselessness (or at least feeling useless). **sigh**
ReplyDeleteAnother deep poem here, Susan. It is interesting to reflect on the idea that to hate change is to hate God. That would be a question worthy of a theological debate. Smiles. The image of air slowly leaking from a tire---this reminds me of a kind of burnout...it doesn't happen all of a sudden, but slowly until one comes eventually to a full stop. Sometimes we can see the cinder blocks and think we can avoid them. Sometimes we try to look the other way. We really can't run from them, I fear. Climate change -- ah, the big question: Is there still time to change the progression? I am going to try to lock in love - now that is a positive thing!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad we had years of not realizing the changes that were coming in our world. Innocence lost. I love this poem, love the queries, the short sentences. The words separated by periods. Very cool. Change is like being pulled out of a too-tight casing. One hopes, when the pain stops, that we breathe more freely. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteAh change in all its rhythms, excellent
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog today Susan
Much💞love
Change has been dropping like cinder blocks on my family the last two years. We travel a rocky angry with shoes designed for hopeful. I wonder when the pain will stop. Your poem speaks so much to me. Thank you for writing it.
ReplyDeleteAs the one creature on Earth that can really plan (affect) the future we fail hopelessly by destroying much of the world that sustains us either by greed or wastefulness. Sadly love is not as strong as greed. What a great and relevant poem this is Susan.
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot!
ReplyDelete"Hating change is hating God." as others have noted is a powerful statement but the following is also true: "Changes are."
ReplyDeleteChanges exist, is around us and will always be, as you wrote, "Changes are." Yes, thank you.
Cinder blocks are dropping literally in Oz.Things certainly need to change in this country.Desecrating the planet shows contempt for the Divine . Consequences Will Follow
ReplyDeleteI can feel those cinder block falling at the moment, Susan, and they don’t seem to be stopping any time soon. But I don’t like the slowly leaking kind of change either, when you wake up one day and notice - and the 'cadence of six feet' is welcome.
ReplyDeleteI could (and do) echo what others have said. I also very much like the way the full stops in last line make for multiple interpretations, one of them being 'You are Change'.
ReplyDeleteSusan,
ReplyDeleteI think whenever we hit a bad patch in life and changes are demanded of us, that is possibly when we might blame God, at least initially. It's that sudden urge to blame someone for our bad misfortune, or the direction life is taking us.
In fact, we must do what we can to live life, with the knowledge that changes do happen and that having the good nature to try and adjust and adapt, is probably the gift from God, that we had not quite recognised, beforehand!
It does feel like nothing can be done about the cinder blocks... even if we are watching them descend in slow motion... except be the best we can in the moments before the pain.
ReplyDelete❤️
ReplyDeleteThats interesting on so many levels.
ReplyDeleteI Like it.
Hope is time and time is patience..we can run about and find space the world is beautiful..time is surely uncertain and ..change keeps coming and it will..as we have changed..there is another world waiting....well written , full of action, a bit of anxiety but so right for a Change..
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