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Footpath of Fate - June Assignment |
warmhrt Senior Member
since 1999-12-18
Posts 1563 |
Footing lost, foolishly I stumble, Knowing not that fate, now fallow, Has misplaced my providence. I again come upon the same weary, white twin birches, The bark pulled back on both, Exposing the raw realism of their dying existence. I place my foot into the print in the dirt, Sadly, a perfect fit... I sit, right in the center of the path, Pondering... Do I dare to stand, take steps forward, Towards dismissing deceptive direction, Around obtrusive obstuctions, And allow fate to find me once again, Guide me through this gauntlet, Onto paths lined with laurel, The leaves glistening, Softly rustling on summer breeze, Whispering subtly, Of realized reality, Of singularity, Of a chosen path. Kris the poet's pen...gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name ~ Shakespeare |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Kris, this is awesome ! |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
This is a great poem - Even with all the fun sound devices aside, I enjoyed the content for its own merit... Your alliterative devices give it an extra zing, of course... |
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