Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
METAMORPHOSIS
METAMORPHOSIS
I don't speak of Spring flowers
sunny days and pic-nicks by the sea.
times of wonder; eyes clouded
by blind innocence.
My soul now mourns
the death of Time
and the loss of dreams
and my eyes have looked
beyond what seems.
What is done is gone,
no-one comes back
from the dead.
What I see in front of me
is pain and dread...and change.
Editing stage:
(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.
User login
Author information
Other recent work
Active Workshops & Contests
Contest
Workshop
- Splash Pool: How to use imagery in poetry..
- Wading Pool: Neopoet How To Video Resources
- Olympic Pool: Earn A Poem Workshop 2
- Olympic Pool: Earn A Poem Workshop 1
- Plunge Pool: Stream Workshop
Comments
scribbler
Tue, 2015-08-18 15:08
Hi Joe
We will all go through that final change some day. A lot of questions will be answered then."My soul now mourns the death of time"..........excellent..............stan
Geremia
Tue, 2015-08-18 17:17
Yes, but it comes too soon,
Yes, but it comes too soon, and we pay the price for breathing .
thanks, my friend
joe
author commentscribbler
Tue, 2015-08-18 23:41
perhaps
the cruelest thing about being human is our awareness of our own mortality
Geremia
Wed, 2015-08-19 09:10
Yes. That is the price/
Yes. That is the price/
author commentSparrow
Tue, 2015-08-18 19:07
Joe
METAMORPHOSIS, lets all hope we are the larvae of a beautiful creature, that crawls this Earth and adapts its surroundings to suit its own mortality.
I know your priests and such tell you many things of how you will be damned if you do wrong etc. but if there is no purpose then there is NO God, If you are to die and not continue what would the point of your God be if only to furnish the continuation of the lies that started to kill many people since it was invented.
I shall believe that there is a place within or without our place and as a spiritual creature we will be free to mingle with like spirits form as long as we wish to.
Take care young Joe, I shall emerge from this Metamorphosis state once I have completed my time here.
Yours Ian..
.
Give critique to help keep Neopoet great.
Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti
Geremia
Tue, 2015-08-18 20:02
Yes, Ian. But the heart has
Yes, Ian. But the heart has its Reasons that Reason doesn't understand,
author comment