Diary of a poemless poet
Day 1
Today and for the near future
I am not a poet
I am the messy goo
Of transition
And transformation
Sticky And warm
Sloshing about
Softly and quietly
Waiting for
My wings
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I never thought of metamorphosis that way but I guess it is a mess before the magic happens and it pops out with wings. Good work.
Love this.
Fabulous 👌