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8th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 8

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 8
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 8, 2016 

For today’s prompt, we’re on our second two-for-Tuesday prompt. So pick one, combine both prompts into one poem, or write two (or more) different poems. Here are the prompts:

Write a nothing will be the same poem. A poem about moment after which nothing will ever be the same, because everything will change. Or…
Write a nothing will ever change poem. Maybe you’re in the camp of “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” So while things change, they don’t–not really. Or do they? How can things change and not change? I’m confusing myself.

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Image © Copyright John and Margaret 

UNCERTAIN CHANGE

by John Yeo

Did your physicality leave?
I never began to understand.
Everything seems the same.
I expect you to walk in anytime.
The influences we shared together
Habitual pleasures blended.
The TV’s tuned to the same stations
I never liked that show.
I watch it, though, just in case.
Life goes on in strange uncertainty.

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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Image © Copyright ~John and Margaret

CERTAIN CHANGE

by John Yeo

I hadn’t noticed the subtlety of alteration
Things moved so slowly almost invisibly
Slowly and malevolently the evil relation
Of the different aspects began to affect me.

~

Weakness, tiredness, were insidious clues
Leading to a rapid health deterioration.
After numerous tests came shocking news
My grave-faced Doctor held my attention.

~

“I’m sorry to say you have contracted cancer,
An incurable tumor has grown out of control.
The growth is speedy and very advanced.
We will use every treatment to fight this evil”

~

I sat shattered, rigid with shock at the finality
Of this diagnosis, “How long have I got?”
The Doctor just shook his head in reply.
“There will always be hope, we won’t give up.”

~

I held my head in my hands at this bombshell
The insidious growth that was inside my brain
Would defeat the slim hope of becoming well.
My life would never be the same again.

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

FICTION NOTICE
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

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