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Final Metamorphosis

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

I’m soaring now,

All is well.

As I glance down

On a worn-out shell.

I hear moans and crying.

What’s it all about?

Everyone wants to weep,

Yet I wish to shout.

Inside, looking out,

Now I’m outside looking in.

Bright, fresh beginning,

Freedom without end.

No more headaches

Or pain exist here.

Fresh new world,

Full of laughter and cheer.

Over the old earthly cocoon

You weep and moan,

But transfiguration is complete —

The butterfly has flown.

Spirit form unfettered,

At last completely free,

So why all the sorrow?

At last, “I am free!”

Life and Death

This short poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Life and death are like a highway

Separating two major cities,

Through my eyes seen.

Travelers go and come, fast or slow,

With many turnoffs and side attractions in-between.

Anger

This poem is from Autumn Leaves:

 

Anger that bubbles

Like a pot on a fire,

Feeds inward on itself.

 

Simmering hotter and hotter,

It feeds on misunderstanding, lies, innuendo,

Which fans passion into a white hot heat that no extinguisher can quench.

 

Finally, the fire burns itself out

To be replaced by cold, lifeless ashes

Of remorse, suspicion and questionable motives.

 

Mind barriers are then erected to protect

Self-righteous indignation of the experience,

Which no spoken or written communication can demolish.

 

Like a coral reef it builds,

Layer upon layer,

Hardened, fortified–impenetrable!

 

Such is Anger!

Then anger mellows into bitterness,

And once there, dies a cold, lonely death.

Silent Tribute

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Shrouded mist,

Bagpipe dirge,

Mournful notes

Oe’r heath and verge.

 

Spirit departs,

Yet not alone,

Presence felt

Although it’s gone.

 

Last note falls

Like a gentle kiss,

Wafting through

Thickened mist.

 

Note wears thin,

No longer heard.

Break not this silence

With spoken word.