Metamorphosis
by Juliet Waldron
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The most upbeat thing this week--:) |
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Cicada hatches,
Climbs cement
Back bend becoming
Another form.
Grub no more
Not brown, but palest
Translucent green,
Wings parachute packets
Pulse unfold.
A stick to grasp
Then bark, onto the old tree,
Mother, nurse, joiner of worlds,
This summer water fat,
Rejoicing in day.
Climbing to sing of
Love and longing,
Briefly to defy death,
Earthen past gone as never was,
Ecstatic in sunlight.
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Juliet Waldron
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
8/24/2009 |
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Metamorphic and metaphoric. Brilliant, Juliet. What would we do
without this song of summer? -gene. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
8/18/2009 |
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Ah yes, and they are everywhere, well said...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
8/16/2009 |
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Juliet,
Process and progress handled with skill and delicacy and infused with richness of spirit, both yours and the little beauty, "palest translucent green," observed. Just gorgeous.
John |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
8/16/2009 |
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You captured this so well and what is more spectacular in nature than this mini miracle.
fee |
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