Wednesday, December 11

Fate

This is fate
as sure as the smoke 
billowing in through my window
choking up my nostrils
causing me to blink

Fate as thick as molasses
clear, like glasses
polished to a sparkle
 before a wedding night

I can't fight this fate
with my two rolled fists
or my dirty stares
or elevated pitch

Its going to bulldoze me
until I'm paper-flat
ready to write out its demands.


3 comments:

  1. hmmmm sometimes we have to accept what life gives and no matter how hard we try for other things but sometimes destiny wont allow us.

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  2. Good to have anticipation of things that that challenge. Nicely Charleen!

    Hank

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  3. What the gift of fate to be able to express all this stormy world in the words, writing ! Inspiring!

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