February 2, 2023

Parapraxis

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METAMORPHOSIS

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Metamorphosis

 

I saw the blossom fall
and in the sadness of
it all
was born a new beauty
on the pathway –
a soft carpet of pink petals
for tiny feet to feel.
Stooping to pick up one,
to touch,
I understood the sweet,
limp sadness
of impending, inescapable,
metamorphosis:
Bright pink, pretty blossom
to an eventual
veiny
earthy film,
so ethereal as to be
unseen…
molecules blending
back to earth.
And they call this
death.

 

 

© Allen Ansell 2023

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “METAMORPHOSIS

  1. Great poem, a description of beginning and end of this beautiful thing called life. It is the most astonishing and unique thing. Metamorphosis brings out new life through the ruins of the past. Thank you.

  2. What a delightful poem! It feels like it flowed effortlessly in a moment of inspiration; not a word or line wasted to carry the subject – Bravo Allen.

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