Love the imagery of a "fountain of blood and gold;" it's so... vivid and there's so much embedded symbolism there! Also, I'm liking the thought that "we" decide "what... fate becomes us." We are... but winded feathers; only tiny cogs in the machinations of some grand scheme.
I agree with your meditation on what makes us tick. Writers tick to a clock that belongs to no one else so sometimes not everyone understands. This poem is clear though convoluted well enough to make us think twice about how and why we write. Such good work!
Life is always full of twists and turns and forks in the road that lead to different destinations. The light appears bright where you are headed in the piece. Excellent work.
Wisely cogitated, Robert. The premise has personal aspects for the reader as well. We have a motto where I work: 'One good thing a day'. It's what we each strive to accomplish for one another before the sun sets. Enjoyed...
An inspirational write! All one can do is have the sense to listen to one's inner voice, get on the right path, and hang in there through all the tests, lost hopes and trials, moving forward at a steady positive pace..."like winded feathers, undaunted and unseen..."
The further you walk to move yourself on, the more weight you'll lose in the process...keep moving onward and upward or downward if that is what you prefer or sideways, even...-e- (at this point I will exit, stage right...>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>)
Aye, my feather's certainly feeling pretty winded at the moment but I love the spirited optimism in this piece which seems to me to be a sequel to 'redefining doubt', the hinge here being:
here, we decide what inevitable fate becomes us
by the stance of our reaction
here, we place ourselves in the moment
of knowing who we are and what we will be
There's nothing like obstacles or a crossroads in life for compelling us to move according to our faith. At such times our focus crystallises - even if we can't be sure what drives us or towards what we're aiming. All we know is that there is perhaps a comforting warmth in the dark - like the contours of a well-loved face - that watches over and welcomes us onwards. You're writing such good stuff at the moment, Kartero... and it feels good to be back in the saddle again - if only momentarily. xx
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Eloquently stating "Live In The Moment"!!! You say it so well, my dear man.
Much peace, light and love
Amber
Unique the visions in this incredible poem.
Lady Masry Ann
by the stance of our reaction
So very true.
With respect and admiration,
Carol Phelan Aebby
Michael D.
Blessings,
Christine
here, we decide what inevitable fate becomes us
by the stance of our reaction
here, we place ourselves in the moment
of knowing who we are and what we will be
There's nothing like obstacles or a crossroads in life for compelling us to move according to our faith. At such times our focus crystallises - even if we can't be sure what drives us or towards what we're aiming. All we know is that there is perhaps a comforting warmth in the dark - like the contours of a well-loved face - that watches over and welcomes us onwards. You're writing such good stuff at the moment, Kartero... and it feels good to be back in the saddle again - if only momentarily. xx
Love ya!
Jane