Friday, February 22, 2013

metamorphosis





we all become silent, and
driven to excess

i know you like this
i know of it
this excess of loving, can

we be cured of it?  the sphere of our
living is cocooned from
the street noise below - there is
known our own
blending
of taste and espresso within

i fear an implosion or yet
a crack in the framing
of this fragile world - i aware my partaking in your
metamorphosis - i can clearly
recite the colors
of your flight

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2013

16 comments:

  1. My colors have gone in the shades of grey...a metamorphosis I am not liking- and
    the cracking and the implossion is already going too far
    So glad you can recite a flight for us

    Lovely writing B.
    Thank you

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    1. thank you Dulce nice to hear from you...bkm

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  2. i can think of no reason i would want to be cured of an excess of loving...just saying...smiles...reciting the colors of your flight is pretty evocative as well...

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    1. no there is no reason to be cured from loving...bkm

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  3. Take wing too dear one, your colors outshine all others!

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    1. thank you...I do hope to take wing and experience more colors of this wonderful life...bkm

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  4. Really strong and beautiful poem! By the way what happened to children's verse? I'm blogging after quite some time now, and I miss the prompts you used to give. I really hope you continue that blog, and you also keep writing!
    Best of luck!
    ~Gaurang

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    1. Gaurang, i have not posted in Monday's child for a while now..I have to think about starting that one again...bkm

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  5. The final two lines really spoke to me. Well, the final stanza actually because you're admitting to be a part of something but writing from the outside perspective

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    1. thank you Gretchen..for your wonderful comments and perspective...bkm

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  6. If I could mount, like butterfly wings on a framed piece of cardboard, the most evocative words of this verse, I would pin this: 'I can clearly recite the colors of your flight'

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    1. is not the beauty of being a writer in the mere ablity to take the tools of ones art with you -contained

      without cover, without passport and without declaration to anothers unwanted customs...

      that is what came to me with the reading of your comment...thank you much for your words...bkm

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  7. This was beautiful, with an especially powerful ending-- "i can clearly / recite the colors / from your flight"-- I loved it.

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  8. I especially enjoyed the 3rd stanza-- the crack in the framing of this fragile world-- nice metaphore ~peace, Jason

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  9. this is beautiful, the compact coccoon, and home. metamorphosis. i always wonder at the proprioception of the change from caterpillar to butterfly or moth. amazing world.

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  10. rich in construction love it , Chris http://velvetmedia.wordpress.com/

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