Subimal Sinha-Roy Poet Nonet

Metamorphosis

My
Dusk  sky
Blurred blues dye
Clouds  creep in sly
In storm surging high
Bird of crushed wings I fly
Find in debris wrecked nest lie
Hued dawn lifts new sun I descry
Your lush lawn blooms I turn butterfly. 


November 6, 2019
Syllable count : 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Rhyme : Checked on RhymeZone.com
Contest : Rhyming Nonet
Sponsor : Charles Messina

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Andrea Dietrich November 16, 2019 at 12:10 PM Congrats, Subimal. I especially liked how you turned into a butterfly at the end!

Connie Marcum Wong November 14, 2019 at 8:55 PM Wonderful Subimal! These are not easy to create. Congratulations on your win! : ) xxoo

Anne-Lise Andresen November 14, 2019 at 1:03 PM - Congratulations on your great winning poem, Subimal :) - // Anne-Lise :)

Charles Messina November 14, 2019 at 6:48 AM Wonderful write Subimal. Congratulations on your win in my contest. Charlie