Valsa George Poet Free verse

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 November 13, 2021 at 6:51 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 November 13, 2021 at 8:39 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.