Friday, April 15, 2011

Poetry Prompt. -Magpie Tales

The slender stem of the glass of fate
holds itself with virulent pride.
The clear, concise, and molded glass
is made of our own decisions.
It may be that the lusty poison of fate
exists with malicious intentions,
but our choices are the cup she rests in.

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4 comments:

  1. a glass molded by our decisions, and fate resting in our cup of choices.. wow, fantastic imagery!

    My Magpie Post

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  2. the last line is divine.
    well done tale.

    you rock.

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  3. Thank you so much for your comments! I really appreciate them. I'm glad you liked the imagery. That last line was my favorite also. Thank you again.

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  4. Awesome take.


    Invite you to join poets rally week 42 by sharing a free verse today.

    You will love the encouragements you get once you are in and make commitment.

    You Rock!

    awards for you!

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