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Oh winds of change why must you blow
and come roaring in like a hurricane
blowing my comfortable life to and fro
left in your wake, everything’s changed
And yet, the unknown is always there
or so say the stoics of centuries past
for comfort is but an illusion we wear
and life is never meant to endure or last
So Blow, changing winds Blow, Blow, Blow!
And in the end my weathered soul soars free
to explore other cosmos never known
floating on a breeze with gossamer wings
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: MTB O Apostrophe!
I think change will come even unwanted… sometimes it’s easier to accept, than face that wind.
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Yes, sometimes it is. Thank you Bjorn.
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This poem took my breath away! So beautiful!
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Thank you.
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I’m afraid there’s no stopping those winds of change, Linda! My favourite lines:
And in the end my weathered soul soars free
to explore other cosmos never known
floating on a breeze with gossamer wings
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Thank you, Kim.
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I like the way you change with the winds of change, floating on gossamer wings.
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Thank you Lisa.
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YW
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Sometimes the best thing is to just accept the change. It will happen anyway. Sometimes it’s a breeze, and sometimes, as you say, a hurricane.
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Yes, thank you Sarah.
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This is utterly gorgeous, Linda! ❤️ I love especially; “And in the end my weathered soul soars free
to explore other cosmos never known,” you are one of the most amazing people I know! 😍
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Thanks Sanaa…
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I agree that your closing lines are killer. Very creative to speak with winds of change. I have put my shoulder against it all my life.
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Thank you Glenn.
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Luv your comfortable approach to (change: the inevitable)
Much💞love
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Thank you. I’m trying.
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I hear that Eric Burdon and the Animals song, ‘Winds of Change’ as I read your poem, its trippy, shifting cadences. Footing is a tough one, here in this place, and I like the liberation felt in the end. You actually join that which was blowing you into your new self.
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Thank you Amaya.
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I’m sure the winds of change will accept your invitation!
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Thank you.
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“And in the end my weathered soul flies free.” How wonderful that is! Fly free, kiddo!
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Thank you Sherry.
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A beautiful poem, Linda!
I loved this line…
or comfort is but an illusion we wear
and life is never meant to endure or last
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Thank you Dwight.
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I like how you explored ‘changes’ in this beautiful poem.
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Thank you Sumana.
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I think we’re more likely to abandon when we outgrow responsibility. Isn’t that odd? Just when comfort seems most inviting we recognize it’s illusory! Brave and powerful poem.
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Thank you kindly Susan.
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I love the proud triumph of your ending.
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Thank you Rosemary.
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Nice description of comfort as an illusion. Change brings adventures and as I recall someone once said adventures are only enjoyable after they are over. That’s when we are glad we had them.
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I can fully understand that. Thank you Frank.
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We can only resist change for so long…the wind as a metaphor is just right. (K)
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Thank you!
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Taking life as it comes is a most healthy attitude. Well written, Linda
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Thank you Ken. Trying!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks Chuck!
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Change is the only thing that doesn’t change so I agree – Blow on, Winds. We might as well celebrate the process – the alternative is unbearable
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Yes, indeed. Thank you.
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