Metamorphic
Moments.
Metamorphic moments,
A compelling tale,
Lines of alliteration too,
will very rarely fail.
It’s the way I have my say,
And get things off my mind,
In a conversation with myself,
Then leave those thoughts behind.
I talk, then walk, a trail I take
into a rare atmosphere,
And think it’s either swim or sink,
the direction that I steer.
Then there’s time to write in rhyme,
Or lose myself in words,
To read what other authors write,
And chew on what I’ve heard.
To take a journey far away,
Into another place,
To dream and seem invincible,
Then disappear without a trace.
Inspired and inventive,
Let the imagination out,
No fences or defences,
Is what it’s all about.
And exist like a kiss,
Soft sensual, and smooth,
Ease into every moment,
And fall into the groove.
Forget the missing moments,
The times we think we’ve lost,
the metamorphic moments,
cruise past the last impost.
©
David Rudder
2022
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