Change

This one may be a little confusing for some of you since it is a little less straightforward than usual. All I can do to explain is tell you that I was thinking about change when I wrote it. You know that whole "the only thing in life that doesn't change is that there is always change" thing. I don't remember who said that and I don't feel like researching it so don't get on my case. So I suppose what I am trying to convey is the inevitability and shear force that change is in our lives. Something is always changing, especially in today's world and every one is trying to make a change in it themselves whether good or bad. It's interesting when you run into those individuals who don't like change. They are so unfortunate! Can you imagine hating things changing and there being no way to stop it. I personally like change as long as it is positive. It is the degradation of morality, government, and society that bother me, but all I can do is attempt to affect a change in that for myself. See, it is all about change and how you cope and what you yourself change. I hope that is somewhat helpful in understanding what I am trying convey in this poem. I hope you enjoy!

Force of Change

Sound seeping into my veins.
Emitting social distortion.
Political outrage.

This feeling starts buzzing in my brain.
Driving in the fast lane.
Affecting a change.

Changes I can't see yet from my filmy eyes.
Peering through the fog.
Above this I rise.

Deep breath friends.
Here it comes again.
Brace yourself; hold still.
Let the change work its will.
-Constance

Another one.

Here is another one of the poems I have written recently. I am not sure what to make of it myself, but I hope that you at least enjoy it. I really have no idea how to explain this one to you. I am also suffering an unusual case of writer's block. Not with my poetry, but here. I don't know what the deal is. So please excuse my lack of introduction and insight to my own work. I do hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think of it though.

Feeling

Separate my head from my neck.
Cut my heart from my chest.
Let me feel things I haven't felt yet.
Carry these injuries for me.
There are monsters all around me.

Remove my shame from my soul.
Take the break from my heart.
Numb these things I've felt before.
Carry these injuries for me.
There are monsters all around me.

Heal me, kill me.
Stay and then go.
Show me all there is to know.

Carry these injuries for me.
There are monsters all around me.
-Constance

Again, sorry for the lack of explanation. I simply haven't a clue what to say about it. I hate being at a loss like this. I know exactly what I am saying in the poem, but for some reason I lack the words to tell you about it. UGH!!!

Soooooo.....

So I haven't posted in a while, but I am getting back on track again. Even though I haven't been posting I have still been writing like a mad woman and I have several new poems to share with all of you! I even have happy springtime poems for you! Aren't you all proud?! I came up with this while watching Caleb blow bubbles. Actually I have been doing some of my best work while I sit on the porch and watch Caleb enjoy the day and blowing bubbles. He loves to blow bubbles. It is so cute! No wonder I write so much during that. It is so peaceful and I can't help but be happy and content. There is nothing more touching than watching him really enjoy himself. So for your reading pleasure... a happy spring poem! Enjoy!

Song in Spring

Bubbles float lightly
Waltzing through the air.
Across gentle green landscape.
Making their escape.

Twilight creeping in
Heralds the end of day.
Beautiful light,
Glorious rays.

Daytime songs fade.
All of suntime's creatures
Throats closing songs.
Night performers coming on.

Creatures of the moon and stars
Warming up to start.
Preparing to give concert.
A nighttime serenade.

Nature's music, a symphony
Joined in harmony.
Special composition
Mixed sounds, night and day.

Notes collected especially
For breaking of dawn and
Closing of day.
The magic of time.

The beauteous hues
Fading, muting
Light fading away.
Hypnotic some may say.
-Constance