The Paradigm Shift

The first line of every poem hangs to a balance. A balance between what it is to be and what it is not.

One early morning

the moon cried its shivering light

to where darkness becomes

the Paradigm Shift of the

evenings devotions.

 

The backdoor to heaven's

have stairs to hell

And the drop of rain will dry

your eyes...

Wherever you will go,

you will be

 

and soon gets back to where you came.

 

Destiny forbids everytime you want something to happen.

 

The sharpest blade cannot cut any flesh but

will be dulled by the ambient air.

Whenever you see the full moon and the sun rise,

caught in between eclipse and sun strike

darkness will ever summon everything.

 

 

The Paradigm Shift will soon be

clear like the tiger becoming worm and snakes

will fear the rodents of the sky!

You stood by your world , 10 years had passed

and the  swamp of slime became the pool

of your child swam like a gilled toxic fish

and survived 10 more years of pollution and scam.

 

A cycle of unending doom

suffering and joy becomes ONE.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

The word Pardigm in the title intrigued me and drew me into this one. New paradigms were all in the news a few years back in economics, but the old pardigm wasn't finished, much as history was not finished. I got a strong sense of a performance when I read this, especially at the top. Maybe I was in a receptive mood. There seems to be a lot of motion in the first lines. I like the lines about the sharpest blade and the ambient air best. I could see a blade being thwarted by the air in a kind of dance. The notion of getting back to the beginning can be either immesely frustrating or satisfying, depending on state of mind. And I like the last line for the same reason. I think the last line and the line about ending where we began are just true. Enjoyed the read, most importantly.

[Dalebear]

Good write

[Dante Balsote]

The poem is reminiscent of T.S. Eliot's "Four Quartets," but especially the fourth part, "Little Gidding".

Paradigm Shift:

"One early morning
the moon cried its shivering light
to where darkness becomes
the Paradigm Shift of the
evenings devotions."

Little Gidding:

"Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart's heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon."

Paradigm Shift:

"The backdoor to heaven's
have stairs to hell
And the drop of rain will dry
your eyes..."

Little Gidding:

"And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier,
Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire
In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing
The soul's sap quivers. There is no earth smell
Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time
But not in time's covenant. Now the hedgerow
Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom
Of snow, a bloom more sudden
Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,
Not in the scheme of generation.
Where is the summer, the unimaginable
Zero summer?"

Paradigm Shift:

"Wherever you will go,
you will be

and soon gets back to where you came."

Little Gidding:

" If you came this way,
Taking the route you would be likely to take
From the place you would be likely to come from,
If you came this way in may time, you would find the hedges
White again, in May, with voluptuary sweetness.
It would be the same at the end of the journey..."

I like the originality of what is stated in this line:

"Destiny forbids everytime you want something to happen."

And the lines that follow and reinforce it:

"The sharpest blade cannot cut any flesh but
will be dulled by the ambient air.
Whenever you see the full moon and the sun rise,
caught in between eclipse and sun strike
darkness will ever summon everything."

...although I would suggest you clear where the pause lies (I think the comma should be in between "strike/darkness", not in between "rise/caught"). Also the line,

"The Paradigm Shift will soon be
clear like the tiger becoming worm and snakes
will fear the rodents of the sky!"

Where are the pauses? Are they all enjambments?

And in the line,

"You stood by your world , 10 years had passed"

Is the comma really that far away from "world"?

Also, "gilled" adds no new information to "fish".

I can't comment more on the "Paradigm Shift will soon...of pollution and scam" stanza unless I know if the enjambments are deliberate or not. But if it isn't, the stanza needs revision; if it is, I'd say it's the first time I've seen such "slimy" lines.

The ending is also reminiscent of "Little Gidding":

Paradigm Shift:

"A cycle of unending doom
suffering and joy becomes ONE."

Little Gidding:

"And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one."

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All in all, the poem has a very nice imagery, backed up by good choices of words, especially the line, "The sharpest blade cannot cut any flesh but/will be dulled by the ambient air."

You say: "The first line of every poem hangs to a balance. A balance between what it is to be and what it is not."

So T.S. Eliot also says in "Little Gidding":

What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make and end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. And every phrase
And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,
Taking its place to support the others,
The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,
An easy commerce of the old and the new,
The common word exact without vulgarity,
The formal word precise but not pedantic,
The complete consort dancing together)
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph...

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I admire your subtlety for having sharpness!