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
13 comments:
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.
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)...
Forget the crows and the smell my pattern is still abstract :)another wonderful visit here.
ZQ
I feel that this poem really strongly affirms your individuality... Indeed, each of us IS a work in progress.
Wow! I love it, everything about it and what it says.
Elizabeth
A thoughtful poem, and true. Thanks.
Very well done.
Beautifully contemplative ❤️
less than perfect sounds so normal..and the pattern of honesty is the best and perfect...
" a work in progress"
a very apt description to the journey
much love...
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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
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
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