[stylist] Changes poem

[Jacobson, Shawn D]

Ok.  I decided to put together a changes poem of my own.

The Kraken in Evening

The track before us
ephemeral as faerie
we will travel soon.

The part in evening shadows dwindles below.
Rattling, cricking, clanking we ascend past lights beginning to glow.
The tension ratchets up as we climb; the top grows near.
And then we reach the top the world below us, a short drop, turn, and….

In a mystery
of motion and gravity
the world turns round us.

Dropping into the loop we turn and roll following the faerie track.
Twisting fast, no time for perspective just motion ever changing.
With joy and fear we face the next decent.
In constraints yet free we soar back to the sky.
Now underground now flung high in the air,
then through a cave and out to a twisting roll
and finally we slow and stop.  We’re at the end.

Joy and fear’s abode
we salute you and travel
to new attractions.

Shawn
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From: stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Robert Leslie Newman
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Barbara 

I liked this Changes poem. I don't remark much on poetry, I'm just not strung that way. But this one struck a chord. Thanks 

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From: stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Barbara Hammel
Sent: Saturday, January 14, 2012 8:57 PM
To: stylist at nfbnet.org
Subject: [stylist] Changes poem

Okay, I wrote Childhood’s End half my lifetime ago and I’ll admit it could use the work but here’s a today poem that I succeeded in writing with Bridget’s theme in mind.
The format will change, I know, but it technically has no breaks—meaning the poem is just one stanza.  It’s really corny ... but here goes:


    CHANGES



It was time to change

  the boy

So I turned him to

  a clock,

It was time to change

  the time

So I turned him to

  a sock,

It was time to change

  clothes

So I turned him to

  a tree

It was time to change

  the season

So I turned him to

  the sea,

It was time to change

  the tide

So I turned him to

  a bear,

It was time to change

  the mood

So I turned him to

  a chair,

It was time to change

  furniture

So I turned him to

  a breeze,

It was time to change

  the weather

So I turned him to

  a cheese,

It was time to change

  the menu

So I turned him to

  a roi,

It was time to change

  rulers

So I turned him to

  a boy.





Barbara

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