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Poem for an Animation... |
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Tangent New Member
since 2008-05-21
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Hello there! Its nice to have found this forum... I have an animation project due in to university in a few days time and would like to use a short poem as the score to it, but although I enjoy the poetry that I have read, I'm really a novice when it comes to understanding the styles of specific poets... I'm looking for something two or three short verses long at most, based loosely around the themes of death, life, changes, deformity and destruction...it would be nice if it was very original in either structure or ideals. Wow that's massively vague I know, but I'll be really grateful of any ideas offered! The animation itself is around 40 seconds long and just follows a caterpillar and its transformation into a butterfly and then its death. Thank you in advance! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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this is one I wrote but it doesn't really cover the death of the butterfly and it's longer than you want... Cocoons When you sit still for too long becoming sheltered, safe, and warm in a comfortably-padded place in life the inevitable cocoon begins to form. Without your permission or knowledge subtle changes within take place initiating a gradual growth and soon you overfill your space. The cocoon squeezes you into pain you twist and turn, not wanting to cry so the numb is welcome until you see that it's the final stage before you die. You grab onto those changes, knowing that strength is found only there and that is what you need for life strength to break out, to gasp for air. Then you emerge new and ready to experience life along the way to the next comfortable place to lay where you will remember these words I say... cocoons are built and broken each and every day. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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Since feeling is first in loving... you risk beyond all other senses, abandon the realism to let the abstract touch you. Since feeling is first in passion... you give up reason, give way to a death to allow heaven to take you. Since feeling is first in remembering... you draw up stiff and tight, you pull a cloud down over the mind to shield the burning sun. Since feeling is first in living... you become careless, infatuated-saturated with adrenaline to help you move through the season. Since feeling is first in dying... you sit still like a moth on an unshaded wall absorbing until numb sets in. I know that you want it short but really, I don't do short very well. Sometime at some point I will have to leave but hold me at that time in your heart, don't grieve. Sometime at some point I will return and hold me at that time softly, not stern. Sometime at some point I will grow old just hold me at that time though my skin is cold. Sometime at some point I will die only hold me at that time and never say goodbye. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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~we all must die~ smoke and ashes dust and dreams sleepy weepy willows and dried-up streams ~alas we all must die~ heaven and hell sky and earth the gift of life bestowed at birth ~yet we all must die~ love and lust sand and sea seasons four inspire poetry ~yes we all must die~ |
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