Metamorphosis

The poem talks about yesterday and tomorrow. Day and night. Joy and sorrow. The duality of life.

The flame, licking the gentle petals 

slowly burns tiny watery windows

in the weak pink flesh.

Look through them--a crystal view of tomorrow.

Look back--there is yesterday. 

Bruises lay under the steady feet of the awareness

and, softly falling, the feathers 

rest upon its blazing cheek, 

patiently waiting for the inevitability of the night.

And slowly, it approaches

before the eyes of the hungry audience,

tiptoeing, without a slightest sound, 

it is here, 

consuming the existence of everything. 

And just like that, 

without making a flinch, it's gone,

blown by the winds of change. 

And the pure, virgin beauty 

of the morning light erases

the last pale evidence of its existence. 

Author's Note

Opinions?

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Great piece of writing and simply elegantly crafted, good job my friend

[The Spirit Chaser]

Thank you, I appreciate it. :)

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome and now round two for viewing some more of your poetry:)

[Sami Khalil]

Beautiful. Descriptive. Time metamorphosis...Bravo................

[The Spirit Chaser]

Thank you. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..................

[Erik Daniel]

Love this poem! It's beautiful the way you paint a picture with your words. Look forward to reading more of your work!

[The Spirit Chaser]

Thank you, Erik. :)

[Erik Daniel]

Anytime Kit Kat.