Back after a long time..
O life!what art thou?
A flawless flaw of the Lord?
A veil that can’t be unveiled,
For beyond its borders
Awaits an abyss of unknown.
O life! What art thou?
A shapeshifter that shackles
Mere mortals to fates untold
A shapeshifter shackled
By the chains of just chaos.
Bewitched by bottomless boards
Of hope, to see paradise,
Some wander, while some
Beguiled by formless fear
Of hell’s hollows, roam.
Destiny shall deliver
The deserving, their desires,
So say mindless minds
Too weak to weave their own way
From threads of today,
For a crystal ball reveals
My reflection, nothing more,
But conveys no less
Than what life’s taught me throughout –
I forge my fortunes.
-The Forgers of Fantasy
For more poems, refer The Forgers of Fantasy.
Destiny… no… in Swedish we have a saying that you are the blacksmith of your own fortune as a metaphor for what you express in your last stanza.
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I’ve been looking around me and at my own life and also wondered: what is this actually? Fortunes and fates and destinies and patterns over and over.
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Enjoyed reading your profound, alliterative verses. 🙂
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Thank you very much for passing by!
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Welcome back, Veera. I enjoyed your essay, especially your concluding stanza.
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Soul searching questions.
Thanks for dropping by my blog Veera
much♡love
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