Fate
How auguries go, and fate consigns you
In beauty or vain, The road taken guides
And thorn roses grow, as life defines you
in love or disdain, to fate one abides.
A fickle canopy, so sadly portrayed
Behind worn old eyes, and with broken lyres
Unsure what to see, and the chords misplayed,
Time shrivels in size, perplexed by the fire.
As memories flood, and regrets appear,
One tends to wonder how this fate was allowed
With scars drawn through mud, confounded by fear,
The mind is thunder, clapped and disavowed.
Should I tell the clock, that it needs to work,
To keep the night ticks, and hasten the hands
Where trice seconds flock, and long minutes lurk,
However quickly gone are future plans.
But still that nagging metronome patters
My dreams trodden; But the drawing board calls.
With my head sagging, as the rain spatters
Ideas blossom, then fall back in withdrawal.
Thoughts persist in an ill-lit lecture room,
Curious of life, and if this was it
Was I a madman, impending my own doom?
Mitigating strife, was how I’d commit.
So, with perfect aplomb, and magnetic lure,
Seamlessly I accept what fates draw near
Without blush or qualm, I am reassured,
With love as a percept, that I am here.
And that there is no better place to be
Than in the present, granting the rose its hue
Mindful of fortune’s throes and destinies
Free of resentment, primed to start anew.
With those auguries gone, and roses dehisced,
And time sparsely free; This belief is what I take—
That though time lives on, and fortunes stay amiss,
My fate lies with me, to become what I make.
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I love this, Paul. It is very well phrased and enjoyable to read with a perfect conclusion. Well done.
Thank you so much Phyllis I am glad you enjoyed it. ~Paul
Nicely expressed and resolved in thought, a well penned piece with some lovely phrasing and word-play. Well done Paul.
Thank you so much Tony, im glad this piece to favor with you. Thanks.~Paul
A beautiful , thought provoking write my dear friend Paul..I guess we are all vulnerable to the designs of fate..What we can do is try not to tempt it or surrender to it without a fight..I so loved your masterful words..Thank you so much for sharing and have a wonderful day!
I much appreciate your response my friend. Fate is a fickle thing. Unsure whether or not tis better to tempt it or surrender to it, either way a fight must come when it pertains to fate. Thank you so much again dear Anjana~Paul
Wonderful poetic sentiments. Enjoyed this. I do believe fate leads us through life.
Hopefully in the right direction Rasma. Thank you for your kind words and comments. Much appreciated~Paul
I found my self drifting through the waves of fate, taking me slowly, sometimes fast, taking me unawares… laying me within the solitude that composed such thoughts from Your in depth mind, to write something like this needs experiences, emotionally, spiritually and for sure, mindly! and what a perfect lesson You end Your wonderful poem with, I greet You so very much for it!
Dear LS i do appreciate your following here. I am so glad you take the time to visit me here, makes me happy. Fate is an interesting creature we must pay close attention to, or else it may catch up to us. I am glad you enjoyed this my friend.~Paul
A well written piece, Paul. We often wonder if our fate is pre-ordained or if different actions by us may have changed the outcome. However unless we are going through a Groundhog Day we just have to accept what comes our way. Good work.
A very somber, dismissive start through the patterns which the fates take, to a well conceived, and deservedly so, recouping of life at “the start of things.” A very well drawn portrait of fate, and how it intertwines our branches of life!