Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis 

Tracing footsteps in the overgrown field 
where sunlight and raindrops date
Counting sticker burrs like lemon drops 
in a candy counter display
Hitchhikers I remember them called, 
lovers of socks and pant legs I think
Each with their own story to tell, 
minute worries clinging to that last hope of life

The path, familiar but then again not, 
it leads somewhere else now
Dragging shadows like kite strings, 
knotted in the weave of its boundaries
Taking in my surroundings and releasing them  
for another may find them useful as well,
I find still no sign of that last phrase, 
spoken softly but misunderstood…is my understanding

A collection of stone and gravel stew 
finds my shoe souls imaging in the dry dusty paste
Outlines of thoughts, perhaps poetry in oblong shapes and 
perfect tread patterns stamped and posted, 
showing no indication of my ever being here
Staring now at a cocoon on a lone branch, I see 
what my life had been, dark and lonely, dreaming of the colors, 
feeling confined but grateful for the transformation

You smiled, I smiled, my wings appeared and I flew, 
as might a rainbow on a balloon, soaring until the tiniest speck 
in the sky could be me or just something on your glasses
Light headed in a good way, free at last to define love, 
the metamorphosis of my heart, 
the changing of a man into more than he could hope to be, 
seeking and finding that blossom,
sweet nectar, a sugary substance, love deep in the petals of life 

Though, no one told me of the life span before hand, 
no calendar hanging on my wall with circled dates highlighted in red,
nor a stamp of expiration anywhere on my heart, 
good if used by…used by, funny I should write that now
as my attention rests still on this cocoon, 
wondering where I went wrong, 
somewhere on this path lies the answer…
for I once was a butterfly, just as you will be small cocoon, 

at which time you will learn…

it is easier to fly with a heart that is unbroken
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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December 29, 2016 at 11:32 AM
Oh, my! love this poem as much as I love the breath of nature each time I wind up escaping thistles covered with beggar tic seeds. Love, love this.
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December 29, 2016 at 11:41 AM
I know what you mean. :) Thanks so much Dane Ann. I appreciate you taking the time to read this lengthy one and leaving such a nice comment for me.
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December 29, 2016 at 12:18 AM
great title
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December 29, 2016 at 9:12 AM
Thanks so much.
Vinson Avatar
December 28, 2016 at 9:13 PM
Yet also easier to get shot down with a heart that's yet unbroken/unshielded - man, you gotta get some cold iron around that bad boy for long term longevity. Ha ha don't mind me I drank enough to float a battleship tonight.
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December 29, 2016 at 9:12 AM
Make sure you have a lifejacket on. :) Thanks so much Doug.
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December 28, 2016 at 1:59 PM
Goosebumps..I can feel this...Oh love should carry a time-span...but sadly it does many times...People change...paths change...Hearts break...and if they soar high unbroken..they remain empty...So it seems there is no choice..of which way is best....loveless and never hurt...pr in love and heart-broken..Deep. words.
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December 28, 2016 at 2:07 PM
No problem my sweet friend, it's okay either way. :) Thank you so much for always leaving such nice and uplifting words for me on my poetry. I am so happy you liked this one.
Chircop Avatar
December 28, 2016 at 2:00 PM
Shouldnt I meant not should carry a time-span..- Huge mistake : )oops.
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December 28, 2016 at 12:45 PM
Wow Chris. This is one of my favorites you have written. I was right there through it all. Very well done!
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December 28, 2016 at 2:05 PM
Thank you so very much my friend. I thought I'd give everyone a break from my love themed rhyming poetry for a while. I'm thrilled you liked this one so much.
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