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Post by dirtgirl on Jul 13, 2002 19:35:48 GMT 10
Metamorphosis
I’m leaving You. The answer seems so clear today, Like the Swan. Blue. Beautiful. A self evident truth.
In this ivory tower, The dream has finally been put to rest. Goodbye my passionate love.
Who could believe this would be the way? Who would have dreamt? So long ago At Melbourne airport…<br> Me walking along the runway. So certain. So confident. So sure.
They were all there, weeping. But I didn’t turn back to look at them at all. Ah, the dreams of youth. Funny how time can change everything.
Seven years later, That famous biblical digit; evolution’s number. Bringing with It; it’s companion Change: constant as chaos.
And through it all, the transition: Girl becomes Woman. Baptised in a sea of flame.
The things I’ve seen. I dare not to breathe. Oh! so much have I seen. The pain has almost been too much to bear. Almost.
Who was that girl? That dreamer?
But today’s a new dawn. A new mission statement is required. Sing the company song? Not!
No. The new vision, Requires a leap into the abyss. A journey to the dark side of the moon. An article of faith.
And it’s so funny. It’s taken me so long to get here, Wherever here is. And who knows where I’m going! I’m scared. But my will is strong. I feel at peace. Finally. After seven years.
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Post by TheAstronaut on Jul 13, 2002 19:52:03 GMT 10
that poem isnt about mel is it? interesting the way you've used metamophis as the title. do you have www.britannica.com bookmarked Di? its a good site
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Post by dirtgirl on Jul 14, 2002 20:04:14 GMT 10
No!! lol ;D
Following some constructive criticism, I've reworked this poem. What do people think?
Metamorphosis
I’m leaving You. The answer seems so clear today, Like the Swan. Blue. Beautiful. A self evident truth.
In this ivory tower, The dream has finally been put to rest. Who could believe this would be the way? Way back then.
They were all there, weeping. I didn’t turn back to look at them at all. So certain, confident, sure. I knew it all, right?
Girl becomes Woman. Baptised in a sea of flame. Crucified idealist.
Seven years later, That famous biblical digit; evolution’s number. Bringing with It; it’s companion Change: constant as chaos.
Today’s a new dawn. A new mission statement arises. Sing the company song?
No. The new vision, Requires an article of faith. Who knows where I’m going! I’m scared. But my will is strong. Amen. I am at peace.
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Post by singingcirclesaway on Jul 18, 2002 16:21:03 GMT 10
no deanie, i believe that would be a poem about di, if i'm not mistaken. that's farking awesome di.
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Post by dirtgirl on Jul 20, 2002 0:10:01 GMT 10
thanks
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