Transformation

Surreal poem about Spring, spirituality and new beginings

TRANSFORMATION

 

In the sweet shop of distraction

Minds wander through neglect

Neurons fired but lost in action

Wires defunct, systems wrecked.

 

She lifts up the crescent moon

Filled with dazzling inspiration

Wakes the serpents up too soon

Ripening time for transformation.

 

Deceitful carpets of white flowers

Hide the thorns that cut her feet

Blood red blossom will devour

Hearts that dance to a new beat.

 

No time to play on mood swings

Wrapped in multitudes of sins

Mirrored woman reflects her soul

As the fair ground ride begins.

 

© D. Hinson

 

Author's Note

Image~ a sketch of mine coloured in photoshop.

Reviews

[Ama May Cooper]

Hmmm.. there was something about that , that somewhat let me down and i dont kno why because the words where perfectly chosen , the lines flowed but still my mind sits un happy somewhere and i cant quite pin point where.
A nice piece all the saem im only sorry i cannot fully read thru my own choice of feeling.. a good read at any cost

[No Longer Writing Here]

Very nice flow throughout the whole poem and you did a great job with the rhyme scheme. Love your use of imagery.

[Gone]

It is interesting to see the reference to neurons. Not often do I see modern terms like that used in poetry, and in this poem it fit with the rest and flowed quite well.