Poetry Thursday: What Doesn't Change
The theme for Poetry Thursday is changeI decided to think of the absence of change for my poem. Somehow lately I've been struck by the things that I can't change.
What Doesn’t Change
the slant cold of February
sinking into socks
the war droning
like time at the mva
the test-- waiting
at the doorstep to
clobber
the streets wide and grim
looking for children
to swallow
the boarded houses
standing sentry
the eleven o’clock news
full of yellow tape
and glass stories
this is what
we glimpse
out our window
even the pavement
is groaning
we grip tight
this tired space
straining our necks,
looking for the green
of tomorrow
What Doesn’t Change
the slant cold of February
sinking into socks
the war droning
like time at the mva
the test-- waiting
at the doorstep to
clobber
the streets wide and grim
looking for children
to swallow
the boarded houses
standing sentry
the eleven o’clock news
full of yellow tape
and glass stories
this is what
we glimpse
out our window
even the pavement
is groaning
we grip tight
this tired space
straining our necks,
looking for the green
of tomorrow
Labels: poetry thursday
posted by Emily at 9:56 PM
20 Comments:
so grimly true, so well observed, so beautifully written and a lovely touch of hoe at the end. Excellent.
we grip tight this tired space.
very well done!
Such a bittersweet poem, so sad, but in the end, looking ahead. Nice work.
Such a truthful and real poem... why is it the things we want to change don't seem to?
Well done...
Great imagery, and I really like your take on the prompt. These lines blew me away:
"waiting
at the doorstep to
clobber
the streets wide and grim
looking for children
to swallow"
I'm with wendy -
"we grip tight
this tired space"
that's a line for the ages.
This is a nicely crafted poem. Thanks for sharing.
Even the pavement is groaning.
YES.
This is excellent -- I like the inverse approach to the prompt. I especially like the lines about the 11 o'clock news, "yellow tape and glass stories." Alos, the opening lines about February rings very true!
Wow that was well done.
Like January, I also admired
"the streets wide and grim
looking for children
to swallow"
a chilling line.
I can relate to this angle because with each passing day I feel less and less open to change, when before that was all I wanted.
I liked the line about the war. It seems endless and like something that we are stuck living with no matter what we want.
I thought you took a subject that can be dark and made it beautiful.
"the streets wide and grim
looking for children
to swallow"
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Powerful. I often think of the street in this very way. You have poeticised it.
gritty and real.
i like this.
I like this. the not changing aspects of it. How I too wish for these to change but they never do.
Great observance.
gautami
Transposition.
Very nice. Like "slant cold."
We've got that February cold finally, after months of unseasonal warmth.
Astute observations and nicely descriptive. I liked that you responded to this prompt from the view of "things that you cannot change.
(Thank you for stopping by last wk. I'm still a newbie at Poetry Thurs.)
What a stunning, perfect first line to a vivid poem. That first line rocks.
the slant cold of February
Love it.
What and how this poem speaks is terrific.
It is true and so grim, yet it can't help but reply to February with the promise of spring.
Light touch, just right.
I like the lines, "even the pavement is groaning".
I like "even the pavement is groaning."
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