Change (By Daevid Brennan)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this poem not too long ago! It is very different than my normal poems, because it is with a stronger vocabulary! But I hope you like it all the same!

Submitted: January 02, 2014

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Submitted: January 02, 2014



Split vision flickering in waking light,
A stillness of spiraling wonder in the night,
Asks a question strained with yearning—
Will the morrow rise with a Sun in the morning?

Weights so heavy, too weak to move,
Under a fog glowering with a Moon that is smooth:
Can the meaning of this word ever re-arrange?

Head and eye and hand gripping the door,
Aligning a mechanism in this rustic darkness made sore.
Deafness can shout out
To feel this Light conceived, subduing despair like a drought.

And inside it hungers; it plunders the Thought;
It steals from what was caught.
And outside—well where may that be?
All I see is this world about me.

Thin lines
Reveal mixed designs—
Do you not think it is funny,
The sunshine shines like honey.

Then loneliness becomes commendable—
The meaning of the word seemingly amendable.
And this new rain streaming disheveled drops
Pours upon the head a revelry for the rooftops.

Writing will the writer write,
An imagination for a greater insight;
Yet the throat clenching the wine
Cannot let go, cannot be free of the vine.

Listen amid my pleas:
I can hear above my head the dangle of keys
For my resolve may come knocking upon the door,
Asking, please, if the time is now and if the word can restore.

Brilliance renders a long divide again—
And now the time becomes “when.”
And I see a name,
The name to tell I am not—cannot be the same.

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