Everything’s the same

                Until it changes.

Stays the same

                Then rapidly rearranges

Life’s so strange.

                We think it lasts forever.

In the face of infinity

                We find we’re not so clever.

Day segues into day

                Til finally they run out.

Final minutes fade.

                That’s what it’s all about.

Oblivion to oblivion.

                Something to nothing.

Life into death:

                Lines that we are fluffing.

Opher – 1.12.2022

Death hangs over us in its many forms. Part of us knows that it will call one day but we chose to ignore that. In youth we challenge it. With age and experience, coupled with the loss of many that we love, we respect it more.

Our lives go on much the same, day after day, then, suddenly it all changes. We face death.

The universe rearranges itself.

Life is change. That’s reality. Nothing lasts forever. Nothing stays the same.


Déjà vu

Déjà vu

I’m living in a bubble

Keeping the universe out.

Existing in life’s rubble

In a time full of doubt.

Whatever I do

It’s déjà vu.

My days are a repeating pattern

Nothing new seems to happen.

There’s no room

For anything new.

Whatever I do

It’s déjà vu.

My opportunities are rather lean.

My world’s collapsed into routine.

I’m looking for an opportunity

To renew.

But whatever I do

It’s déjà vu.

I’ve got a vaccine in my blood

That’s good at bubble bursting.

It’s giving me the possibility

For the change for which I’m thirsting.

It’ll all be new

No more of

This déjà vu.

Opher – 26.4.2021

I’ve enjoyed lockdown. It has given me the time to do so many things that I would never have normally had time for.

But I don’t like the way my life has slotted into this routine. I am craving for a bit of adventure.

Poetry – Change


Walking on the soil. Breathing the air.

Dreaming the dreams.

Thinking the thoughts.

Watching the horrors.

Seeing the slaughter.

Hearing the screams.

Wishing for change.

Eating the food. Driving the cars.

Living the life.

Loving the life.

Shooting the children.

Chopping the trees.

Slaughtering the creatures

Not caring to change.

Opher 28.10.2018

It seems to me that there are many of us who see what’s going on, don’t like it and want things to change. There are many who are quite comfortable in their lives and are prepared to ignore the environmental devastation, war, poverty and exploitation just as long as their lives are fine.

The real problem is how to change it? How to motivate the complacent and uncaring?

You don’t get anything done by wishing.