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Metamorphosis

words lay eggs on paper. in time, they break their prison shells, crawl out, eat and fatten but may sneak out like hermits meditate in the hard crusts of silence at the end of Metamorphosis, they flit round like butterflies moving in crisscross patterns before our perceptive eyes!

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 11/13/2021 6:51:00 PM

I like that -- 'words lay eggs on paper' ... and 'meditate in the hard crusts of silence.' ... Ever read Emily Dickinson's brief poem on the subject of words? Here it is, in case you haven't: "A word is dead // when it is said // some say // I say // it just begins to live // that day" -- One of my all-time, all-time FAVES. ~ Still pondering, Gershon

Valsa George
Date: 11/13/2021 8:39:00 PM

Emily Dickinson , the Solitary Recluse of Amherst, who found solace in solitude and poetry ! What she said about 'word' resonates through the years. A word begins to live once it is uttered ! I would group your poems to her poetry....of witty brevity! Thanks a lot Gershon.