For Poetic Bloomings prompt #17, http://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/2011/08/21/ch-ch-ch-changes-prompt-17/ they want a poem of Ca-ch-ch-Changes.
I have a little confession to make. I’m in the middle writing four poems at the same time, and it isn’t working for me. I long ago learned that I needed to find a specific mind-set to write poetry; now I’m learning the mind-set is different for different types of poems. Switching from one to another is like running into a wall. When “Changes” came along, I sat down and pushed through so I could complete something. I rushed it and it shows.
by Mike Patrick
Would I change that which you are?
Your smile perhaps, in evening’s glow?
It still delights, and etches beauty lines
along the corners of your eyes.
Could I improve your eyes?
The blue that haunts my waking hours
and wakes me from my sleep?
Your lips . . . I cannot improve,
they seem to still fit mine.
The softness of the hands
that caress my cheeks?
No . . . no.
Tis not for me to interfere
with what the hand of God has shaped.