Something Is Different

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Something Is Different

Something is different
This time around
I'm not sure I comprehend the change
that must have been made
But if it's true, spring has never seemed so beautiful

These sights, these sounds are new
The people cutting through my vision
forming a new dimension
as the wind manipulates the falling pedals
Dancing first with, then against
breaking into pirouettes
Each performing its proper show
until settled to the ground to retire

Why do I sit and admire?
Dislocated from this picture
Watching such a scene carry on
and noticing the people I'd like to meet
But never will
A life lived in stand still 

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Chaos128 commented on Something Is Different

10-09-2010

Well done! My guess is you've happened upon a new perspective. My comment on that is: What good is a gift if you don't take out of the box? : )

CaelTaylor

10/13/2010

That is a great comment indeed. I tend to be a bit of a wallflower, so sometimes I find myself needing to just take initiative. I need to learn to open the box sometimes and grab hold of the gift of life.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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