# Poem #95: That One Time My Eyes Saw Everything Author: bhscorch1313 Tags: Poem, Poetry, Transformation, imagery, writing #96 of Poetry A little poem of transformation imagery that I put together to help get my writing back on track. Try to visualize each transformation within each stanza. Hope you enjoy! Paper covered bricks of paper Lie in the corner Quiet and inert Suddenly, the pages burst into flame Crackle and pop! Until naught but ash remains Out of the ashes a triangle tuft appears. Then another followed by a pair of feline eyes Yellow and watching Whoosh! Out of the ashes the sooty creature comes Tail flickering Run amok the kitty does Faster and faster, it's legs blurring together and melt Fur becomes foamy, meows into roars Black into blue A tide of water rushing forth Down the mountainside Rock erroding river into round little stones All the stones lay scattered One by one, they float up and up, until all are in the air. One by one, they move and disintegrate You can't see them, but feel them as the air Blowing and breezy Now it's gusting about Higher above our heads becoming fluffy in the sky Clouds that grow so white, They begin to fall to the ground Flake by little white flake Forming a large, cold blanket White is everywhere But slowly, snow turns green And tiny blades surface Until we are surrounded One blade of grass grows taller and taller Until it gains leafy accessories And grows to be a single red tulip. ~bhscorch1313 [![Creative Commons License](http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nd/3.0/88x31.png) ](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)"That One Time My Eyes Saw Everything" by bhscorch1313 is licensed under a [Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/) Source: https://sofurry.com/s/GnDlVqPn Part of the series Poetry Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/947960-poem-94-moving-up.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/949475-poem-96-not-much-of-a-dancer.md