C Richard Miles
C Richard Miles Poems
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We sometimes say we need a change,
As a change is good as a rest
But often fail to ponder
If change is for the best.
When we feel change will do the trick
And it’s time for a change,
Do we really stop to think
And have a frank exchange?
For “change, for change’s sake” can mean
That, as our rooms have faded,
When we change the wallpaper,
The furniture looks jaded.
And if we change too many things
In way, or shape, or form
Then constant need to change occurs
And change becomes the norm.
And change becomes our mentor
Coruscating through the ethereal, pastel blue,
A more electric, sapphire-glinting hue,
That picador in rich bejewelled cloak,
Befeathered huntsman of the crystal brook,
Begins his pinioned, death-defying dive
To feast on sporting minnows, lithe and blithe,
As jocundly, amongst the rock and weed
They revel, chase and taste and dance and feed.
The kingfisher, inspiring awe and fear