Developmental Patterns

by | Aug 4, 2021 | Uncategorized

We’re here to learn, what we don’t know
About the self and others
Our lives become the format
Though which we’re able to discover

The continuum that holds us
Maintains a solid grasp
Lessons differing from grade school
But. . . no less a task

In school, it’s math and numbers
Plus letters which help us spell
Learning how to get along
And come out of our shell

The content of the lessons
Decided beyond our scope
Parents stand and guard the door
Armed with love and hope

The lessons take a turn
Adulthood enters in
Our ego and our feelings
Lead us in and out again

Common norms light the path
To give our lives direction
Then we trip into a maze
And pray for non-detection

Encumbered by awareness
Of how it all might look
We step outside of contracts
Adding decadence into the book

In violation of the boundaries
Unconsciously set in place
Our self-esteem takes a hit
But. . . may not leave a trace

In a normal sense, that’s all true
But. . . what of evolution
Would physics be what it is
If not pressing for solutions?

The boundaries that contain us
Are constructed over time
By those who walked before us
With intent to hold the line

Bound by truth and consequence
Within the shadow, or the light
We’re controllers of our destiny
To shy away, or fight

The world, a giant construct
With ‘givens and isms’ everywhere you turn
Things accepted out of hand
Or breaking through to learn

Humanity, multi-dimensional
With differences brought to bear
Part of, and yet separate
Transformation. . . a set of stairs

8/4/21 #1
3:06 AM – 4:05 AM

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)