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Metamorphosis (rewrite of The Butterfly)
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Metamorphosis (rewrite of The Butterfly) |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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*This poem used to be entitled "The Butterfly," but I decided to change the name, rewrite it for a better flow and add more lines. It is more of a stream of consciousness poem, like a dream state. It was posted in December, so I am sure that everyone forgets it already and it was orginally posted in Dark Passions. Please give me your opinions on the final copy.  ~*Metamorphosis*~ If only I could know how it felt to stand before my bedroom window, touch my hand to the inviting glass, and leave this caterpillar body. If only I could fulfil my heart's desire to escape this sickly skin, for emptiness and ugliness to seep out of my tired veins to be replaced by beauty and ecstasy, To delight in the enchantment of spreading my splendourous wings for the first time, to fly beneath the heavens, to be careless, to soar. If only I knew how it felt to hear the first morning song of the lustrous red-breasted robin, nestled in the trees, like a musicbox playing a passionate melody in my newborn ears. If only I could know how it felt to suckle on the dew from the white breast of a rose, flowing like liquid poetry upon my tongue, To be lured by the sweet, exotic fragrance of a peach stained blossom, feeling it's silky layers engulf me in it's everlasting love, To embrace the magnificence of feeling magnolia leaves gently caressing my glorious wings, like God's fingertips to the golden strings of a harp, brushing softly against the palette of my colours. If only I could feel the mist of the cloud's tears, trickling down from the deep blue sky to dance across my face. If only I knew how it would feel for my slender body to marinate in the wide open air - to glide, To be greeted by the warmth of the crimson yellow sun and by the chill of the wind, penetrating my long spine, To ingest the crispness of the autumn air above the clouds, grand and marvelous the rapture, And to flutter in wonder over the rich turquoise waters and through ardent fields of emerald, vivid beyond imagination, rejuvenating my once weary heart. If only I could journey to the ends of the earth to find glory and peace, forevermore, where pain and sorrow and lonliness no longer exist. I wish I could know how it would feel to digest freedom, If only I knew how it felt to finally be free, ever graceful, as a butterfly. By Melissa Honeybee [This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (edited 05-22-2000).] |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Melissa, I remember The Butterfly from Dark, and this is just a wonderful re-working of it. . . it does indeed flow better and reflects the dream-state much more. . . like words just coming from your heart to the pen. . . That having been said, I can only say, fly butterfly, you will one day be free. . . you will be. . . ------------------------------------------------------------ That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
.gif) Melissa*This left me in awe... You have such a wonderful talen and a beautiful heart and it shows though every line of this. I never read the original....but this is Magnificent!! The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams ~Eleanor Roosevelt~ |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
This is stunning and pure art, imagery, flow - subject matter, Melissa! I did not see the original, but am sure glad I had the opportunity to read this. Fly away on butterfly wings even if only in your dreams ~netswan |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Oh, Melissa~ What enchanting lines laced all through this piece. I would think the 'butterfly' has emerged. As I saw you flit from flower to flower I knew you'd found your finest hour. Just BEAUTIFUL ... such talent ! This is pure reading pleasure. Love you~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Thank you so much to everyone for the compliments! Although one of my longest pieces, it took me the shortest time to write, the words just flowed out of my pen onto paper, I'm glad everyone enjoyed it Take care, Melissa Honeybee |
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