NaPoWriMo 7
(This poem comes from a Poetic Asides prompt to start a poem with the line, "The problem with XXX.")
The Problem with Change
The problem with change
is that you never see it coming
The world is silent and patient,
and still there is nothing to do
but forgive and start over,
to walk outside, let the wind
pull through your hair
like a comb. It whispers
its colorless, odorless breath
to the plants and trees,
hand-dipping everything
into a new season.
The Problem with Change
The problem with change
is that you never see it coming
The world is silent and patient,
and still there is nothing to do
but forgive and start over,
to walk outside, let the wind
pull through your hair
like a comb. It whispers
its colorless, odorless breath
to the plants and trees,
hand-dipping everything
into a new season.
Comments
I wouldn't even be able to tell you my favorite lines because they're all just as amazing as the next. This is one of your best.