No spring fever here, still too cold. But in the interests of warming our hearts I’ve written a poem using Liam’s characters, Fate and Justice. Liam is not well so let’s bring some warmth to his heart.
I did ask Liam to polish(er) this piece up, but he liked it as is and I hope you do as well.
I attempted to drill into my write a faithful rendering of his characters
“Cracked Pot” is a legendary Oriental tale that touches the heart and provokes the mind; the goal we all strive for as writers.
Fate is a cruel mistress.
Justice laughs behind his hand
at the hoops he designs that
Fate took a holiday,
and didn’t notice
that The Life did not follow the road
Fate had originally orchestrated.
A detour appeared in the road
And The Life, unknowingly
took the left path,
instead of the right.
Right as in
direction and in true.
By the time Fate returned from her journey
and Justice had moved on,
it was too late for The Life
The Life had moved on as well
always knowing in her heart
that the wrong road was chosen
never knowing why or how
or when ….
Oh, Fate tried to adjust the mishap
and did turn The Life to the right fork in the road
The Life was too old
and it was too late
to change direction
in the middle of a journey
that was almost at its end.
written for Blogophila
Blogophilia 48.3 Topic: ” Spring Fever “
(Hard, 2pts): incorporate 2 electric wood working tools
(Easy, 1pt) : mention a cracked pot