at the beginning there was a sound
in the deepest place of my heart
beholding first — a little thirst i expound
as i yearn wholly to be churned in parts
inner worms sing like choirs in holy psalms
heavy warm-breezes saturates my palms
my lungs made burden’d in calms
a process pertains one to be in halfs
while i wait for that change in despair
a stomach rumbles with a vivid stir
shattered side by side and below
flattered in yonder with a taste to go
scorned by time with a twist of joints
a little metamorphosis to trigger;
— in my loins
atlas i’m made anew in a whole view
Written for The Second Voyage of the Mind “Poetry Day” competition with the prompt, Metamorphosis. See details to contest and guidelines for submission.
Hope you do enjoy this read!
For The First Voyage of the Mind “Poetry Day,” I took the first runner-up for the completion. See details below!