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Transmogrification
by Heide McAlister-BatesI accept, as one does in a dream,
the surreality that surrounds me.
Unhurrying, without expectation,
I exist in a different experience of
Time,
a different relationship with those
people and things around me.
Visions of days past,
viewed with
painful clarity
in Technicolor,
haunt me,
drilling precision holes
in my consciousness -
in my conscience -
taking my breath away,
sapping my strength.
I cannot extinguish them.
Changes swirl around me
like a cyclone of autumn leaves;
so many colours, so many unfamiliar
shapes.
These, too, I cannot command.
They will go where they blow
I must follow.
This is my solstice.
My metamorphosis
from one entity
into another.
I am compelled to
attend this
permutation of my
Self.
Not by choice.
I did not choose.
09/29/2005 Posted on 09/29/2005
Copyright © 2024 Heide McAlister-Bates
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 09/30/05 at 02:32 PM It felt like reading a dream. Something about the voice you used. Very nice. |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 10/01/05 at 09:06 PM "drilling precision holes
in my consciousness -"
Doesn't get much better than that! |
| Posted by Jersey D Gibson on 10/01/05 at 10:50 PM I'm liking this :)
yer pal
Jersey |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 10/02/05 at 11:50 PM That's good stuff. Dizzying. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 10/19/05 at 06:49 AM Heide, another wonderfully written poem. It can almost be divided up into two poems ... one ending at "
I cannot extinguish them." ... followed up by the rest of the poem with a few changes here and there. However, I still like it as is. You've created something of how the wind blows, trees sing and change in autumn and it's unpredictable .... right along with our very essence. |
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