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 |   Second blog -- answers to an ocean of prompts |
 "Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself." CHARLIE CHAPLIN  Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you. David Whyte        This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts. |
| Prompt: Change “And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves…”- Virginia Woolf How good are you in dealing with change? What would be the steps to take in dealing with change? Or write a poem or a story about a "change". -------- I am not much good when it comes to change, and that's why I stick to the old as long as I can and to those things I can't stand being changed. Yet, there is life, action, and renewal in change, and as the idea about this earth goes, if there is one thing here that we can be sure of is change. I don't know if anyone has the inkling or the will to plan ahead for change. If anyone did, their lives would be full of planning instead of living. Change, however, is inevitable and comes mostly unexpectedly and different from our planning for it. Still, just in case, those who know insist that change can be less stressful when we have a contingency plan in place. With what we consider a negative change, we may have to look at the bright side of things that show up with a change and take time to reflect before diving into any action. Creating some normalcy and comfort for ourselves in the process and counting our blessings for what we have, no matter how small, can be of great help to find some semblance of sanity during and after any change. So here goes something... A symphony of change, a fleeting chance in the quiet woods where time does dance to my wave of farewell, a gentle release of nature's offering moments of peace the palette of hues a vibrant array nature's masterpiece in grand display autumn whispers secrets to trees as leaves are carried by the breeze those leaves, once firm in summer's hold now flutter down in crimson bold emerald greens give way to gold story of my life, furtively told with an air crisp, chill in the wind, a shift begins, a cycle thinned in seasons of change, majestic shows, trees shed clothes as daring heroes their rustling hints at a changing tide leaves cover bare earth in false pride through amber days, a twilight's gleam autumn's embrace, a passing dream nature's canvas painted with care a tapestry of change beyond compare those leaves remind me as if a satire that this life is a constant shellfire yet in its stance, promises are made for rebirth and renewal to cascade as a timeless ode to loyalty of change in seasons' plays, out of my range Well, I tried!  . |
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