You have a preoccupation, a question, about how things are transformed in writing. I don’t have that question. “If we run out of topics to talk about in the spring,” you said, “let’s talk about transformation in the Ovid sense.”
he found a petal here once
tossed in the aeolian temper of high january
beyond the osprey’s clifftop sticks
past the curve of the bay
where the wet sand hummed
and the weight of his body
stood beside him in the restless water
and he himself a stripped, weathered refection
he lay on the sand by the water’s edge
foam-licked
ear down listening to the groan
a giant jawbone sleeping,
the wet moss scent of ambergris
he rolls to his back on the powdered cove
leant into life
leant into death
he found a petal here once
tossed in the aeolian temper of high january
beyond the osprey’s cifftop sticks
past the curve of the bay
where the wet sand hummed
and the weight of his body
stood beside him in the restless water
and he himself a stripped, weathered refection
he lay on the sand by the water’s edge
foam-licked
ear down listening to the groan
a giant jawbone sleeping,
the wet moss scent of ambergris
he rolls to his back on the powdered cove
leant into life
leant into death
The estate was transformed. The once glorious, thriving, well-kept house was now dark and inhabited. In his childhood, his home had a shine to it, the warmth and security that only home could bring.
I was transformed by the light of the day, streaming through the leaves that spread out like a canopy, mottling the ground below in rich hues of gold and green and shades of gray. I felt much like the morning when it was transformed from the night.
The doctor explained the details (how much pain, chance of success, things that could go wrong) of the operations. The mother shifted in her chair, looking alternately alarmed, resigned, or pissed off, but always looking in much more grievous pain than the worst pain the operation would bring. The daughter, aka the patient, wasn’t listening. Her boyfriend had told her that she had to transform herself if the relationship was to work: nose job, breast implants, eyebrows lifted, permanent contact lenses inserted in the color green because the boyfriend was Irish, stomach tucked because she was too fat for his taste and, of course, vaginal beautification. At one point, the mother left the office to throw up in the Ladies Room. When she returned, the doctor looked at her sympathetically and said, “You can forbid this surgery, you know. Your daughter’s only 15 and you have legal rights over any medical treatment.” The girl said, and her voice was amazingly deep and not quite human, “I’d kill myself, Mother, and you know it. But first, I’d kill you. And you as well, Doctor.” The girl was on the operating table within the hour, the transformation took place, and the outcome was what anyone in their right mind would expect under the circumstances. Horrible.
You see, this fairy tale does not end with, “Happily ever after.” The prince transformed remains a beast, and the damsel remains permanently asleep. Still, she dreams, though not of pretty things; she sees twisted horses with horns and creepy merry-go-rounds. She smells grease and mangy wet wolf’s hair and burning sulfur. And she heard, most defined of all, screams.
And there she was, just sitting out in the open like nothing had happened. She and it became best friends through magic. They had been making spells and stirring potions. They had eventually transformed into wizard and witch and there was nothing anyone could do to stop them.
when i was a little girl i saw a car transform into a big robot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when it transformed i was in aww and i couldnt believe my eyes. it came to me and asked if i wish okay and i said yes like and idiot bc i just saw a car transform beside the point and then a little alian came out of the suit and brainwashed me, i still cant remember my middle name.
You have a preoccupation, a question, about how things are transformed in writing. I don’t have that question. “If we run out of topics to talk about in the spring,” you said, “let’s talk about transformation in the Ovid sense.”
he found a petal here once
tossed in the aeolian temper of high january
beyond the osprey’s clifftop sticks
past the curve of the bay
where the wet sand hummed
and the weight of his body
stood beside him in the restless water
and he himself a stripped, weathered refection
he lay on the sand by the water’s edge
foam-licked
ear down listening to the groan
a giant jawbone sleeping,
the wet moss scent of ambergris
he rolls to his back on the powdered cove
leant into life
leant into death
he found a petal here once
tossed in the aeolian temper of high january
beyond the osprey’s cifftop sticks
past the curve of the bay
where the wet sand hummed
and the weight of his body
stood beside him in the restless water
and he himself a stripped, weathered refection
he lay on the sand by the water’s edge
foam-licked
ear down listening to the groan
a giant jawbone sleeping,
the wet moss scent of ambergris
he rolls to his back on the powdered cove
leant into life
leant into death
She looked to his face, transformed in the dim light into something softer, younger, more vulnerable. She wanted to cry.
The estate was transformed. The once glorious, thriving, well-kept house was now dark and inhabited. In his childhood, his home had a shine to it, the warmth and security that only home could bring.
I was transformed by the light of the day, streaming through the leaves that spread out like a canopy, mottling the ground below in rich hues of gold and green and shades of gray. I felt much like the morning when it was transformed from the night.
The doctor explained the details (how much pain, chance of success, things that could go wrong) of the operations. The mother shifted in her chair, looking alternately alarmed, resigned, or pissed off, but always looking in much more grievous pain than the worst pain the operation would bring. The daughter, aka the patient, wasn’t listening. Her boyfriend had told her that she had to transform herself if the relationship was to work: nose job, breast implants, eyebrows lifted, permanent contact lenses inserted in the color green because the boyfriend was Irish, stomach tucked because she was too fat for his taste and, of course, vaginal beautification. At one point, the mother left the office to throw up in the Ladies Room. When she returned, the doctor looked at her sympathetically and said, “You can forbid this surgery, you know. Your daughter’s only 15 and you have legal rights over any medical treatment.” The girl said, and her voice was amazingly deep and not quite human, “I’d kill myself, Mother, and you know it. But first, I’d kill you. And you as well, Doctor.” The girl was on the operating table within the hour, the transformation took place, and the outcome was what anyone in their right mind would expect under the circumstances. Horrible.
He was transformed when he met her. He transformed for her
I transformed my life with great actions for live.
This is my chance for change my live e to be a great human in the earth.
Thanks.
You see, this fairy tale does not end with, “Happily ever after.” The prince transformed remains a beast, and the damsel remains permanently asleep. Still, she dreams, though not of pretty things; she sees twisted horses with horns and creepy merry-go-rounds. She smells grease and mangy wet wolf’s hair and burning sulfur. And she heard, most defined of all, screams.
And there she was, just sitting out in the open like nothing had happened. She and it became best friends through magic. They had been making spells and stirring potions. They had eventually transformed into wizard and witch and there was nothing anyone could do to stop them.
when i was a little girl i saw a car transform into a big robot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when it transformed i was in aww and i couldnt believe my eyes. it came to me and asked if i wish okay and i said yes like and idiot bc i just saw a car transform beside the point and then a little alian came out of the suit and brainwashed me, i still cant remember my middle name.
when i was a little girl i saw a car transform into a big robot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when it transformed i was in a