change

[margaretmwrites]

Change is the ocean bellowing into your stomach
The waves pushing you down
Not because you weren’t ready
But because you did not know how to handle it
It’s picking up your bags and walking out
With no plan and no ability to think
the ocean does not let you get up right away
Change does not let you get up right away
But that time that you struggle to stand
Is the most empowering time of all.

[David W. Parsley]

Hello Ms. M, welcome to the Forum.  I like this piece quite a bit.  The bottomless pit that develops in one's stomach when one takes those first decisive (if wobbly!) steps into a changed sphere of destiny, walking out onto the high wire of existence with no supports: well stated, though indirectly, and conducive to the wind-whip clothing of symbol.

Well Done,
- Dave

[badger11]

Your poem conveys the immensity, the overwhelming and consuming. Like the ocean bellow.

cheers

Phil

 

[tonyv]

Welcome, Margaret. I like this poem and its presentation.

I couldn't care less about the abstraction "change," though I get the concept, and I can even romanticize it. What I feel is:

... It’s picking up your bags and walking out
With no plan and no ability to think

... and how the ocean (like "change"):

does not let you get up right away.

I've enjoyed your inaugural submission. I can feel the undertow. I'm excited that you've joined.

Tony

[JoelJosol]

This is only the second poem of Margaret. I like the metaphor of the ocean and change and the struggle described in the poem. Reminds of beach experiences where the site is a surf site. Relatable. Thanks.