Open Poetry #51 |
Fated |
Elgordo New Member
since 2021-07-29
Posts 7 |
Foreasmuch as I find thy beutious self, So ripe and Devine, Aphrodite to mine loins, I'm cursed with neither the station, nor coins, Alas I fear, our love is an unread tome, No joyous union, no hearth nor home, For I found fate a most fickle master, Thing veiled twixt joy or disaster, Much like the Ronin, I now walk alone, In solumbistic silence, whilst I atone, Bereft of joy, destiny, past and her... In memento to her... |
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Divine Paradox Junior Member
since 2021-08-03
Posts 44I'm not from here. |
The Wanderer will have company. Interesting subject. I like this. SG |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
Fate is always there to dictate; you have a nice rhythm to your verse. Welcome to Piptalk and keep writing |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this was lovely, bittersweet but lovely, and using the Samurai, was not only descriptive but drove the strength of those feelings home. Well done |
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