My destiny!
My ever present,
invisible, invincible companion.
Wings like an eagle I ask of you.
So above the mount of haze
and beyond the cloudy sky
I could soar and nestle.
In the vale of haze
for a steep I ask of you,
to a plane higher than it's
baleful eyes.
My destiny , my feet ,
I implore you to hasten,
in the midst of gale of cruel fate,
to a tranquil plane of harmonious
solemnity with my heyday.
From this saturnine vale
for rescue to you I look.
My success, eclipse from the
dazzling ray of vague fate.
The death knell of cruel fate
I implore you to sound.
From the knit of fabric
of futility, unravel me.
And from the shock of blow
of bleakness absorb my fabric
till my heyday and till doomsday.
Amen.
Comments
Poetry can be fun.
You bravely tackle all the Grand Themes with skill and intelligence.
Sometime our work can carry a stronger personal impact through humour,
Also "poetry is the art of compression of meaning".
I therefore challenge you to write one dirty limerick and one senryu.
Thank you so much Jess , I
Thank you so much Jess , I really appreciate your comment.I have only tried my hands on Haiku but I haven't done any senryu, I will try it out ,though I have done limericks once but I doubt if it complied with the required rules.Thanks again Jess.