The Metamorphosis Of Humanity

Hand of gold

On the head

Whispers sold

For the dead

Wings uncurl

Star seeds glow

Inside swirls

Life unknown.



2 Comments Add yours

  1. Sha'Tara says:

    re: The Metamorphosis of Humanity. The poem flows well to the last line, then…??? Did you, by any chance mean “future unknown” instead of “life unknown”?

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    1. Hey Sha’Tara 🙂 No, I did mean life, however after re-reading I have noticed a typo in the word unknown ;). Each line is three syllables, so using ‘future’ would change that. But I am somewhat new to poetry so I welcome feedback.


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