Destiny Hopes

by Poet on the Piano   Jul 16, 2012


The ghosts of my thoughts and the shades
of the day tell me destiny is a lady....

who sits upon wrinkling lily pads,
awaiting whoever will cross waters
'neath her chest, and approach
curiosity.

Yet I'm still baffled by these musings,
because I believe destiny is someone else,
someone who mounts inside of us.

Destiny is everything and nothing
we believe-
a gossamer fairy that we haven't
sketched thoroughly enough.
For this girl I see, a maiden to no one
but her terra fires,
is scintillating...

upon fire stones of the soul.

It's not magic I believe in,
but the power to arrive at realization
that only you can recognize,
when it's fair for ells and irises
to catch fire and fly with the hope
which mirrors

perpetuity.

Written 7/16/2012 at 5:09 pm.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Blissful

    Oh my dear...I love the message in this piece! We choose our destiny! Your word choice here just blew me away..."baffled" "musings" "gossamer" "scintillating" love it all!

    "upon fire stones of the soul."
    ^what a great line! I read through this slow, concentrating on each word and just cherishing it all. Love it more each time I read it.

    You truly have a way with words.

    • 12 years ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      Thanks Bliss, you're an awesome judge! I bet it's relief you can finally come out and give your identity lol :)

      Appreciate the comments greatly!

  • 12 years ago

    by ghosts in bloom

    Reading more of your work lately, I have come to adore the unique way you look at things. Your metaphors and images are always refreshing, and you seem to have the same love for language that keeps me searching for new words in route of expression.

    This piece is gorgeous. I really love the uplifting simplicity, and your vocabulary is scrumptious! Gossamer, terra fires, scintillating .. used with such cadence and conviction. I could read this piece again and again.

    There are two tiny bits of phrasing that put a skip in my step while reading:

    "awaiting whoever will cross her waters
    'neath her chest, and approach"
    the repetition of 'her' threw me off a touch, I feel it reads better to me as
    "...cross the waters
    'neath her chest.."

    and at the very end

    "to catch fire and fly with the hope
    mirroring

    perpetuity."
    I found 'mirroring perpetuity' to be a mouthful compared to the flow of the rest of the poem. Maybe
    "to catch fire and fly with the hope
    which mirrors

    perpetuity" ..?

    Either which way that's just my silly opinion. You've penned an exceptional piece! :)

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