
“New Waves of Change” by Ed Swarez
change
comes
bearing
no summons
unsettling stasis
sowing seeds of uncertainty
thrives on abrupt rearrangement of unwitting life
“New Waves of Change” by Ed Swarez
change
comes
bearing
no summons
unsettling stasis
sowing seeds of uncertainty
thrives on abrupt rearrangement of unwitting life
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
There’s mathematics behind that, isn’t there? I’m not knowledgeable enough to understand it, but the line length has a beautiful pattern. 🙂
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yes, indeed – it’s syllables follow the mathematical pattern of the Fibonacci sequence
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That’s lovely to know!
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The timing of this poem’s arrival in my Inbox is impeccable.
I pondered awhile, wondering whether to thank you or the whole natural world whose beauty the Fibonacci sequence seems to describe.
I concluded that to thank one is to thank the other.
So thank you (both)
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I love the way you expressed that thought
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So my question is: Is change our enemy or our friend? I once taught it as the later; now I’m not so sure . . .
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could be either, I suppose – what’s important is how we adapt to its consequences – but adaption takes hard work, and I’m no longer up to it – hence, my resistance to change
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So few words inducing so much thought my brain now hurts!
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perhaps a poem about aspirin would yield a cure
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I am a huge fan of poetry form and this in particular from my ancestors. Nice piece.
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it
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I found myself tapping a beat while reading this-good poem . M.E.
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much appreciated
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so true!
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appreciate the affirmation
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Just when I think life is settling into a pattern, more changes that leave me not knowing whether I’m up or down. There is something extremely comforting in regularity and pattern. I guess the universe likes to keep us on our toes. Bugger!
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I lost all my coping skills
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Where writing comes in.x
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