Metamorphosis
Sleeping little catapillars
in their silent nest
Shaping , molding, growing more
What's coming out
is next
Wings a flitter
Golden,blue
Sitting on the stone
Around and round
She wants to flitter
But morning not yet shone
Spreading forth her precious veils
Transparent in the sun
Facing north, she lifts her wings
And fluttering begun
Her new life has spun.....
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Piper | 4 | 05/27/2009 |
| Little girl | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
| Life | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
| The Abyss of Depression | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
| Final Destination | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Broken Marriage | 1 | 05/24/2009 |
| Gemeinde Remchingen | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Metamorphosis | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| I Love | 2 | 05/25/2009 |
| Being Hurt | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Ashley | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Conversation with God | 2 | 05/24/2009 |
| This Day in Germany | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| My Illness | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| I Love | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| My Conversation with God | 0 | 05/16/2009 |
| Ashley | 0 | 05/16/2009 |
| Being hurt | 2 | 05/16/2009 |
| I Love | 0 | 05/12/2009 |
| My illness | 5 | 05/12/2009 |
| The past is gone | 2 | 05/12/2009 |
| This Day in Germany | 2 | 05/11/2009 |
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