Sunday, November 27, 2016

November 27, 2016 The Sunday Whirl #275 -- Sunday's Whirligig #85 -- Poet's United Poet's Pantry / Patterns of Change

Patterns of Change

as we live      we find we do things over and over     until they become patterns

patterns define us       give keys to who we are          patterns of speech

patterns of movement patterns of expression            you say you want change

change isn't easy          hard to drop old ways            over time we have become

who we are                    point to our chest                    this is who i am

like the sculptor            i have worked hard                 to become me

in all my weirdness       who is to say                 we are not like the house of cards

if one is pulled               the whole thing might fall       who can say which one

not to sound righteous     but accept me as i am           less than perfect                    

no easy way to remove          the offensive parts           cannot be cut away with scissors

swinging from your chatelaine       in church we heard       remove the plank

from your own eye      before you attempt to remove the splinter from mine     all is quiet

someone coughs in the back     the sound echoes           the liturgy continues              

i am not a sudden appearance     but rather i am a work in progress     i am not an apparition

i have been here for a long time        creating patterns     i hold the ends of the yarn

thread the shuttle        weave a life                                   in my own image

where is it written       we can ask another to change         we have been ourselves       

since we were kids       we have heard the call                      we have answered

now we are old              change isn't easy                               at any age

the day will come          we will lie flat                                     we will be food for the crows

we will begin to smell      you will recognize the change         the last change we will make

loved ones dabbing                tears from their eyes                  it will be a furtive change

the patterns we created          will be set                                    will be remembered

November 27, 2016






Sherry Blue Sky said...

There is much life wisdom in this poem, which I enjoyed very much.........especially now do I note the patterns in my days.......nice, when life slows down enough to enjoy them.

brudberg said...

I think changing is the hardest thing to do... many of those demanding change is the change of others not themselves... but that plank is hard to see (actually even a single splinter makes you blind)...

R.K. Garon said...

Forget the crows and the smell my pattern is still abstract :)another wonderful visit here.

Mary said...

I feel that this poem really strongly affirms your individuality... Indeed, each of us IS a work in progress.

Anonymous said...

Wow! I love it, everything about it and what it says.


Susan Anderson said...

A thoughtful poem, and true. Thanks.

Eugene Uttley said...

Very well done.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Beautifully contemplative ❤️

Sumana Roy said...

less than perfect sounds so normal..and the pattern of honesty is the best and perfect...

Gillena Cox said...

" a work in progress"
a very apt description to the journey

much love...

Gillena Cox said...

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much love...

signed...bkm said...

This hit so close to my heart. The patterns that have lead to happiness, to sadness to now reflections. Thinking do I still have time to change these patterns and who will remember...bkm

Jae Rose said...

I can't help but relate this to your wonderful art work - yes we are all patterns.. wonderful, weird and unique.. and perhaps it is good not to fit into the outside world patterns.. i do hope so xo