Original Poem / Transformation

in #poetry7 years ago (edited)

I want to become
the wood chip that disappears
into the forest,
when you chop down a tree.
Disappear and lie down to rest, in the shadow
of an emerald fern.
Become damp and soft,
perhaps visited by a caterpillar.
Develop spores, that
transform me into a toxic fungus.
Be the death in the stomach of a fox,
and wander through his nerves and blood vessels.
To yet again lie down to rest, in the shadow
of an emerald fern.

 @SteemSwede

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Dayum! Your writing is very good

lovely poem dear @steemswede, it's very nice to read, I love this poem specially middle line very nice, thanks for sharing......

wonderful poem dear sir @steemswede good job, keep it up, thanks for sharing.....

wow nice poem thanx for the great post thank u soo muxh man 😍

Very down to earth!

Nice poem..." .......develop spores that transform me into a toxic fungus"
I love that line... thanks for sharing

Thats really good! Keep it up!

Wonderful poem.. Very well written ..