Wednesday, February 07, 2007

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

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20 Comments:

Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

so grimly true, so well observed, so beautifully written and a lovely touch of hoe at the end. Excellent.

10:39 AM  
Blogger wendy said...

we grip tight this tired space.

very well done!

12:53 PM  
Blogger Poet with a Day Job said...

Such a bittersweet poem, so sad, but in the end, looking ahead. Nice work.

2:07 PM  
Blogger Regina Clare Jane said...

Such a truthful and real poem... why is it the things we want to change don't seem to?
Well done...

2:56 PM  
Blogger January said...

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"

3:30 PM  
Blogger twilightspider said...

I'm with wendy -

"we grip tight
this tired space"

that's a line for the ages.

6:45 PM  
Blogger dogfaceboy said...

This is a nicely crafted poem. Thanks for sharing.

6:56 PM  
Blogger jen said...

Even the pavement is groaning.

YES.

8:27 PM  
Blogger Jessica said...

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!

9:39 PM  
Blogger strauss said...

Wow that was well done.

Like January, I also admired

"the streets wide and grim
looking for children
to swallow"

a chilling line.

9:44 PM  
Blogger writerwoman said...

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.

11:47 PM  
Blogger Rethabile said...

"the streets wide and grim
looking for children
to swallow"
----------

Powerful. I often think of the street in this very way. You have poeticised it.

11:57 PM  
Blogger gkgirl said...

gritty and real.
i like this.

7:43 AM  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

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.

9:08 AM  
Anonymous my backyard said...

Very nice. Like "slant cold."

We've got that February cold finally, after months of unseasonal warmth.

9:12 AM  
Anonymous GeL(emerald eyes) said...

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.)

12:22 PM  
Blogger G said...

What a stunning, perfect first line to a vivid poem. That first line rocks.
the slant cold of February

Love it.

11:43 AM  
Blogger .......deb said...

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.

9:13 PM  
Blogger Michelle Fry said...

I like the lines, "even the pavement is groaning".

2:34 PM  
Anonymous my backyard said...

I like "even the pavement is groaning."

2:57 PM  

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