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Seeing through the windshield of change
sunlight seems to have lost its shine
a world where stories are rearranged
our direction seems hard to define
sunlight seems to have lost its shine
beyond the haze lies the mountain range
our directions seem hard to define
dreams of tomorrow now feel strange
slowly shifting gears ready for the climb
beyond the haze lies the mountain range
colorful trees their whispers sublime
dreams of tomorrow now feel strange
beyond the haze lies the mountain range
a world where stories are rearranged
dreams of tomorrow now feel strange
seeing through the windshield of change
written for What's Going On? Through the Windshield
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A powerfful poem, Truedessa. Quite forboding really. You are so right on when you say that 'dreams of tomorrow now feel strange, seeing through the windshild of change.' I still have to keep a slight bit of hope that things may YET turn around. Thanks so much for writing to the prompt, for your unique perspective.
ReplyDeleteI love how quickly your opening lines take us into the journey - you write with compassion and insight - Jae
ReplyDeleteI love the message in this poem, True - seeing through the windshield of change, being ready for the climb. Such a great pantoum, one of my fave forms.
ReplyDeleteQuite true, stories are changed indeed. Changed to suit the tellers' wants, we call it "Fake News."
ReplyDeleteWell-written, with great attention to form and rhyme, but also making beautiful poetic sense and quite allegorical. I enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteI like the rhythm of the repeating lines.
ReplyDeleteYou got it girl... nothing is as it seems, an illusion, a dream, with unknown rules, time to make our own and live by them, much love Truedessa
ReplyDelete"stories are rearranged" seemingly without an author, but that's an illusion. In this poem we see the rearrangements and the rhymes. It works beautifully!
ReplyDeleteYour content complements the form brilliantly reflecting recent happenings. "a world where stories are rearranged / our direction seems hard to define"...The aftereffect of the lines is a kind of numbness felt deeply.
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