Change – poem for dVerse

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”.

17 thoughts on “Change – poem for dVerse

  1. 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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  2. 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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