Notes About The Poem
written 20 Jul 24
for Unseeking Seeker's Metamorphosis Contest
Metamorphosis
at last the traffic comes to a halt...
a quarter moon peeps between hilltops
while a lingering ache stings my flesh in hours moist with mid-dusk 's need
for quiet reverie:
I unzip my clothes ready to surrender to the mist and coal of stillness;
all the grains from fluid limbs crawling upon my toes; tingling and penetrating the parts numbed by dredge of toil...
and dying a bit to inhabit this silence,
my being morphs from the brute of noise to a fey of nothingness...you know,
that shedding kind of skin in gradual push- pull of my cocoon, changing the life movement where transformation becomes open, alive...
just then, I crown this moment a fractal
change , like a winged monarch loosening
old shape...a ritual born from my desire
to cross over a streak of limits:
like so, by washing the blisters of a truant day,
there are only two streams waking
my feminine energy...
one is serenity, the other-- symbiosis.
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