Strange Change

Strange Change

A Poem by The Flawed

Like the boy that turned into a man,

And then a woman, before she died.

Like the pleaser that turned into obsession,

Like the pain that turned into addiction,

Like the iceberg that turned into a cloud,

And rained on the sand with all his might.

Isn’t it strange the way things change,

Isn’t it strange the way things change?

 

Like the worm on a leaf, that turned into a butterfly,

And flew away to the heart of the sun.

Like the woman that sold herself, to feed her child,

Like the man that sold his child, to feed his habit,

Like the tree that turned into a match,

And burned the forest and the land.

Isn’t it strange the way things change,

Isn’t it strange the way things change?

 

Like the girl who wanted to be free,

And then she was, and then she wasn’t,

 

Poor thing

Like the way I don’t love you anymore.

Now isn’t that strange?

 

 

© 2010 The Flawed


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Like it. I think this wld perform really well. I esp like the poor iceberg chaging into rain on sand and best of the all the match that burns the forest. A couple of deft prods at our complacency there. And I like Miss Was-and-Wasn't at the end. Yes, it is all strange from beginning to end, but that is what makes life ... entertaining. Surely we can't take it seriously, can we?

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I thought I had reviewed this . . . I bear watching some days. Maybe elves stole the comments I left previously, knowing that they weren't worthy enough to be read. . . Your words reminded me of the style of Edna St. Vincent Millay in poems like "The Curse"

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-curse/

That is the best compliment I could ever think of

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Like it. I think this wld perform really well. I esp like the poor iceberg chaging into rain on sand and best of the all the match that burns the forest. A couple of deft prods at our complacency there. And I like Miss Was-and-Wasn't at the end. Yes, it is all strange from beginning to end, but that is what makes life ... entertaining. Surely we can't take it seriously, can we?

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Life is full of changes, some are good and some can be bad. This peom seems a little sad, but changes is part of life. Well written.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This was incredible , I absolutely loved the flow.You seem to have a natural ability to set just the right tone in your poems which is hard to do for many.I found this poem to be a little sad but some of the "changes" were necessary , a part of life.Another great poem!

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Interesting ideas, well-expressed

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

this is a very powerful write, my friend..

like the girl who wanted to be free.. that part is my favourite bit

one question - did you mean the woman who soled her self, or sold? for me, the only hiccup in a poignant piece

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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