18 Aug


Anne Magill 1962 - British painter - Never Let Me Go - Tutt'Art@ (33)




I can sense it in the falling dark.

I can taste it on the August breeze.

I can hear it in the cry of gulls.

I can smell it in the burned out days.

I can see it in my silent reflection.

I can feel it shivering against my skin.

I can touch it as it comes up close.

Everything is changing.

Nothing will ever

be the same.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Anne Magill


Posted by on August 18, 2015 in Poetry, Still Life


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42 responses to “Change

  1. hmekeel

    August 18, 2015 at 9:43 pm

    I feel this kind of change at the end of every summer. But it’s usually a good thing 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. b.l. ronan

    August 18, 2015 at 9:46 pm

    and painful in the beauty of life’s evolution

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Just_Libby

    August 18, 2015 at 9:57 pm

    I hope it is a good change for you…
    The last change is difficult to get used to miss your twitterings…*soft smile*

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    • Romantic Dominant

      August 18, 2015 at 10:05 pm

      Ah, that will pass. I will soon be forgotten.


      • Just_Libby

        August 18, 2015 at 10:12 pm

        Pfffffttttt….*rolls eyes*
        You really don’t know how many hearts and minds you’ve touched with your words… You are a rarity RD… Not easily forgotten, Even if you’d like to be.
        *blows raspberries at you*

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  4. missameliaandsir

    August 18, 2015 at 10:02 pm

    I can’t tell you how deeply this touches me at this moment in time. Sometimes change is unwelcome and devastating. I hope that isn’t the case for you.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. paganwitchroz

    August 18, 2015 at 10:28 pm

    You are a survivor Dominant. . I only wish you well. . .Change is inevitable. . .

    Liked by 1 person

  6. missmirthe

    August 18, 2015 at 11:30 pm

    Like a promise, hope it’s positive, or at least what you wanted

    Liked by 1 person

  7. redklwr2006 Kym

    August 18, 2015 at 11:58 pm

    Change is inevitable as we know but the possibilities are endless

    Liked by 2 people

  8. emmylgant

    August 19, 2015 at 3:23 am

    I like the inescapable march and beat of this poem. Like a brewing storm or an invasion. .. The anguish of the unknown is shading every line. The poet is standing in the space before and after, in stoic acceptance.
    Very well done.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. sweetcreature

    August 19, 2015 at 6:07 am

    Yes, everything is changing, it is the principle of life, of materia.
    Change, mutation, transformation, adaptation…

    Liked by 1 person

  10. astrangewoman

    August 19, 2015 at 4:04 pm

    Smile sweet gentleman, a change is always good. Wink

    Liked by 1 person

  11. mysirsvixen

    August 20, 2015 at 11:37 am

    The seasons, and life, are not static. Freeze time with words and pictures. The only direction is forward.

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Mia Beleza

    August 21, 2015 at 4:01 am

    Change is inevitable. There is nothing we can do to stop it. All we can do is smile and use our emotions to write beautiful, emotional poetry like this piece.

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Vichitrika Sahota

    August 23, 2015 at 3:34 am

    It’s beautiful !!

    Liked by 1 person


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