Poems

Transformation Poem

This is a transformation poem. It shows someone doing their job, and they end up becoming a part of their job. Like a gravedigger becoming the gravestone. This shows a model becoming the dress she is wearing. 

Walking the Catwalk

Here I stand

Here I strut

Here I am important

Here I am

On the Catwalk

Here I show

Here I dominate

Here I speak my passion

Here I am

On the Catwalk

Here I am praised

Here I seek attention

Here I am seen

Here I am

On the Catwalk

Here I go into makeup

Here I go into hair

Here my shoulders unfold

Here my back straightens

I feel the expensive silk

Billow around me

I feel the carefully sewn seams

Tying my dress together

I feel the draping of the design

Ready be admired

Step by step

One foot in front

Of the other

Here I strut

Here I twirl

Here my fingers

Of silky fabric

Entice the crowd

Here I am

On the Catwalk