Metamorphosis Poem by Shivapriya Surve

Metamorphosis

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Can you hear my heart flutter like a bird deeply wounded,
singing with an autistic beak a frail, diaphanous tune?
Some pungent seeds have burnt its tongue,
but its eyes are all lit with the glorious reflections of their colour;
freed from the sockets,
to travel some distant lands….
…where the wind, sun, moon and the fruit all assault,
as stark as a hunter!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abha Sharma 25 March 2008

good simile with vivid imagery.....this is your metamorphosis as a great poet.

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Shane Markie 20 December 2006

This poem you have given us is way cool, Priya! I like how you use somewhat difficult and descrptive vocabulary in describing your heart as a wounded bird. I hope you continue 'sprouting wings' in your poems most often. Shane

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Kee Thampi 19 November 2006

Some pungent seeds have burnt its tongue, but its eyes are all lit with the glorious reflections of their colour; freed.. poem is very sleek...it is nice roe on here..writes with good verses

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Yashpal Jogdand 17 November 2006

hi, i like your poem

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