Signs for Change

Subtly surfing through the whole
Inside, unseen, our chrysalid
Grows to maturity. Though hid,
Now metamorphosis its role
Shall wor[l]ds connect as inner soul
Finds wings to fly without the grid
Of Time's restrictions, nought forbid
Remains to suffocate, control.
Change is not just a casserole
Heated by chance encounters mid
A soup confused, un[l]inked, unbid.
New Year [b]rings changes as Life's goal
Gleams clear, though distant, signals sends
Errors corrects, and bridges mends.

(1st January 1999)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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