I flung my frail poetic words
up to the flaming star, the sun
letters rained down, rejected, shunned
scattered like storm-tossed twigs, undone
but birds and bees have salvaged them
reclaimed, renewed, turned into song
the air around me shimmers, hums
with hymn of fantasy begun
( I used the word sun and got the binary code 01110011)
7 thoughts on “Transformation”
A great metaphor for writer’s block – and then release – well done! 🙂
I really like this.
WOW WOW WOW–splendid (maybe I should gather some courage and try one…)!
Go for it!