A BUSY DAY IN NATURE
Spiders building webs…
Maggots metamorphosing…
Free flies flip flopping…
Letting the artist in me shine through
Oh my dearest, she who my whole yearns for ,
She who was boldly drafted in the future of mine
Now very distant, far gone , breaking my all
Where was I at fault? Were my transgressions so great to let it fly ?
Dawns swiftly metamorphosing into dusks
memories of her , the sweet toned voice ,brings me near tears
maybe not now , maybe not in the coming years ,
but my mind hopefully will ditch these heart piercing flashbacks.
Heart vigorously pounding,
enticing suicidal thoughts.
Unending streams from my eyes ,making me taste salts
Nothing and nothing seems exciting.
Maybe one day, or some day ,
this pain will grow wings , enabling it to fly away.
To get my smile back ,yes I might sound like a fool
Because my happiness has always and forever,laid in you .
The sun disappears much, much later, an hour later to be exact.
This translates into having more daylight and a longer afternoon,
To watch the strolling peacocks in the park, and to have more fun
Admiring the baby bulbs metamorphosing into flowers at night.
The lily flowers are most of the time ephemeral, lasting hours,
Rarely a few days before changing into leaves, which eventually
Will be dried up by the warm air or the rays of the sun. Beauty
Is temporary, so enjoy the spring season and the summer flowers.
I have vivid memories of the shedding cherry tree, which brought
The beauty of spring in front of my house in the dead-end street.
Oh! I miss the atypical moment, when the green lawn was not neat.
Sometimes, the entire top of the hill was littered with falling flowers.
It was strange to sniff the unusual scent of the weather-beaten petals.
Oh! I miss the hours sitting on top of the window like a distraught cat.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Angelic melody play to thy senses,
Rejuvenating with a magic wand's hold,
Metamorphosing withered leaves to vibrant hues,
Breathing life into a soul once cold.
Lulling a baby to a dreamer’s paradise,
Lyrical notes entice heartstrings,
Defiant of language, it mesmerizes,
Transcending continents with soft frills.
From dawn to dusk, it jingles and jangles,
Infusing joy regardless of genre,
Inertia diffused at the festivals,
Dance provoked amidst splendor.
The dusty, dead strands
of summer grass has resurrected
into plump green clumps
knee deep in the ooze of boggy ground.
Now almost winter, something moves
in the cold, set to reclaim the places
owned by the suntanned set who
paraded in the spotlight
of summer's heat.
A creature of shade, it has spent
all summer locked away in the dark
of its chrysalis, rearranging
the content of itself until,
stirred by an icy chill, it stretches
to burst through its wrappings,
unfolding its wings, metamorphosing
into me. Watch out….my bite
can freeze souls.
caterpillar
green, young
crawling, metamorphosing, molting
larva, silkworm, vertebrae, gossamer
flittering, flapping, perching
winged, iridescent
butterfly
Date written: 11/06/2022
I'm metamorphosing
when writing...
my soul cannot,
stop romancing...
That's why I write poetry...!
dusty drips drooling
inky lits lurching
felon fits fostering
callous contractions cupping
Haggard how hankering
oily oceans assembling
nocturnal nature nimbling
fiery feelings seducing
airy allotment amputating
bounty pulses puncturing
severed seals smirking
damp dark dancing
multifarious means metamorphosing
all transcending tottering.
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All the tales I must write
For the unlucky ones who can't get the words right,
I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to halt once I start
Metamorphosing their hearts and mine into art.
The Lies
9 October 2019
Who do you believe?
The eyes that see
The ears that hear
Or the story been told and read
As fast as the bullet
And swift as the eyes blink
The catapulted mouth haunted
The still pristine mind
A time to put this all at rest
Harbored lies and planted it
Each day it grows like flowers
Masking in pretty colors
Finding a good place in mind
To enter metaphorically
Questions would shatter
The mind-boggling story
The tale spit groundless words
Aimlessly drifting at the tongue’s mercy
Lies out now and how it will die
The zephyr of fraud pervades subtly
Now it belongs among wisdom’s gift
For some time stays a believable lie
Metamorphosing into truth
A lie becomes another lie
Juxtaposition III
I
Her beauty is like the dawn of the day,
Gentle and mild, pricking the strings of hay,
In such melody that outweighs the hearts,
Bewitching all mouths to move in her art.
Even the sun grudge thy lofty beauty,
That she stay awhile, you to keep beaming.
II
Like the ocean in multifacity;
Torpedo like a comet, calm in deal.
Metamorphosing such that none could get
The notion tossed at the humans that begged.
As they ply through knowledge, little they know.
Like this colleen: more complex as she grow.
Jura and Libra failed in description
Of this angelic made human ocean.
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Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Piece. Juxtaposition III
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Pesky dandelions sprout every spring
when snowdrops, daffodils, and tulips show.
Buds that readily bloom when warm winds blow
hint at what Summer's hot weather will bring.
Dandelion roots are a stubborn thing;
they're eager to develop leaves and grow.
And they'll generally push through the snow
long before the returning songbirds sing.
Yellow polka-dots adorn fields of green,
morphing into a carpet of flowers.
But soon, the florets resemble snowballs
as seed-laden parachutes change the scene.
Metamorphosing in just a few hours,
they blossom into cottony blow-balls.
The time is here for me to take my journey to the sun
For spring will soon arrive and full of life my time has come
Winter months spent all alone, whilst bubble wrapped inside my home
Away from freezing frost and ice and winters gleaming snow
Sleep restored my equilibrium, essential for my golden glow
I gently wipe sleep from my eyes dressed in my best attire
For I am the prominent member of the annual springtime choir
One final look before I leave; my manifestation inspires elation
Outfit complete as outside I peep, nearly time for the spring celebration
Metamorphosing into a daffodil; a golden gift for all to see
Gilded lights after cold winter nights; yellow trumpets full of joie de vivre
Written 23rd February 2019
Contest: Standard Contest 185
Sponsor: Brian Strand
1st place
Torrents of tears flow
At the demise of a beloved friend
Striking into our hearts a low blow
As against sorrow ourselves we can’t defend
Morale fallen
Strength and breadth lost
Crestfallen
Emotional cost
Too high to bear
As uncertainties our future strikes
Amid wear and tear
At high speed likes
To wear us down
Where it hurts us the most
In our crown though we attempt to avoid a frown
We can’t fail to post
On the sorrow we feel
In the inner sanctum of our being
Wondering why fate and destiny steal
The pleasure our departed bestow to the living
Whom they leave grieving
Lost without a clue
As to how receiving
Pain stacks in a blue
Tears hearts to pieces
In heaps of emotion
In pain creases
Metamorphosing affection
Into uncertainty
Streaming in stacks
Whose quality and quantity
Arriving in packs
Can’t hide
The pain we struggle
To chide
In the gaggle
Sorrow rains
As we say farewell
In tandem with pains
To wish the living fast recovery and soon to get well.
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