Paradigm Shift



Did something shift
when love’s thoughts shuffled

Antsy, fidgety fingernails’
pin prick strikes
on the surface
tapping like an ice skater’s toe;
becoming skewed.
Reasons misalign
inside of silver hair,

tense, strained
copper wires
inside of a feeling

are stretched, misread
trembling sentiments
misfiring and gone awry –
askew, off centre,

like leftover bread that has
gone stale and black specks of mould
begin to eat the crust first,

eaten with dulled eyes –
duller senses –
a definite shift;
a paradigm’s lament
becomes manoeuvrable,
and not scared at all
to pull the rug out
and let us spill
like crumbs.


Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

5 thoughts on “Paradigm Shift”

  1. Love this! Love the Escher too. This felt as though I was off balance reading it. Not sure if you were going for that, but a nice effect nonetheless.

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