By the light of the full moon
I weave my destiny
Casting spells
and
Whispering words
Of magical enchantment
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To create the world
I want to see
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To create the world
I want to be part of
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To create the life
I want to live
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To create the me
I want to be
The daily prompt: Create
Doomed dreams, doomed hope, doomed footsteps
Eternal, everlasting, evermore
Somethings change, this never does
Till the end of days
I am fated to relive, to repeat, over and over
Never a moments peace or pause
Yet, there is one thing that can reset the cycle anew…
A little bit of lazy poetry. I’ve purposely left the last line open-ended because I couldn’t decide in what direction to take the poem. Supernatural and the breaking of a curse. Romantic and the finding of a one true love.
So the question is this: what might that one thing be that resets the cycle anew and changes this doomed destiny? Feel free to post your thoughts and ideas below 🙂
I know it is pointless
To purposely swim
Against the current
To waste time and energy
In pursuit of that
Which is not yours to have
And yet I struggle on
Fighting fate at every turn
Arguing with destiny
As if I know better
As if I can see further
As if I understand more
Of what was, is and will be
When in actual fact
My vision is limited
My knowledge bound
By desire
Of what I want
Not what I need
Not what I am entitled to
In the hope that
Wishes might come true
Dreams might manifest
Fantasy might become reality
So that for once
The world will be
As I have always seen it
About the photos:
After penning the poem this morning, I wondered what picture I could find to accompany it, when I spotted this jackdaw from my window. Jackdaws, along with crows and ravens were once believed to be messengers of fate…very apt, thought I…
As to the poor quality of the photos…The pictures might have been better had I not taken them looking out of the window. Equally, had not one of my cats decided to play a game of try-to-catch-the-camera-strap each time I pressed the button to take a picture, they might have come out better. Yes, that’s right. I am blaming the cat. It’s all on you, Khepri! 🙂
She shuffled the cards diligently, her mind focused, determined.
When she was ready, she placed the deck on the table. Turning the top card over, she stared at it intently for what seemed like a lifetime.
‘What are you searching for?’ the man sitting opposite her asked.
‘Destiny.’
Sammi Cox 