Some things
change.
Or not.
Red is still red –
the pulsing beat of it,
uncompromising,
bloated with significance –
blue is still blue –
woven through
with ice, shimmering,
the steady drip drip drip
of meltwater.
Here at the edge
everything is open.
Exchange.
Or not.
De at dVerse is asking us to quadrille on the word “change”.
Sarah writes poems 
Sarah, I just love this. Especially:
“blue is still blue –
woven through
with ice, shimmering,”
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I really liked the end — “Here at the edge / everything is open./ Exchange.” Very interesting to contemplate edges that way. Loved the “blue is still blue / woven through / with ice,”
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This was excellent Sarah. I enjoyed it… 🙂 Blue is also the color of serenity, which will keep me from going over the edge…
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I like your premise, but I find red to be a plethora of shades, only pure in a rainbow.
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I like here at the edge everything is open – sounds like a wonderful first line for a novel.
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I like the ending conclusion: Here at the edge
everything is open.
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I love this… the way you’ve framed it with uncertainty, and filled it with concrete images and colour.
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I really like this piece. The flow, the structure, everything. LOL. Thanks for sharing.
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word tight and perfect — I like the contrasts between the red and blue – and your descriptives just are so startling great for it –
I definitely think this is how quadrilles should be fashioned! concrete and yet questioning, with a touch of the unexplained … like the shifts of change … or trying to pin red to a lapel or catch water along your fingers …
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Here at the edge everything is open. Just like at the end and the beginning.
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You have created change by illustrating its permanence – clever!
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Those variable changes accentuate each other.
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Wowww!!! I love this! Especially:
“blue is still blue –
woven through
with ice, shimmering.”❤️
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That second stanza is really something.
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I see the “or not” as a choice. And a challenge.
And the red and blue are veins and arteries. Or not.
I do like it.
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sometimes change is not really a change:) I really like the idea and how it takes shape into the poem.
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Really love the end in this… and the choice of colors as red and blue instead of black and white made it come alive for me.
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