Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Fate Is Slow

atrition is worse than catastrophe
for every earthquake or tornado or 9/11
there are a thousand starvations distinct
cancers eating away at us and
cholesterol lurking in our arteries.

we are creatures of certain doom
all of us will meet the same end.
like fleeting butterflies enraptured
freed from our cocoons wound in time
the perfect paradigm is captured
the glint of an eye in terror slapped.

the band-aid relinquishes it's sticky charms
and I fall into the arms of my own suspicion
and whatever frail rendition of the truth I remember
becomes the immaculate defender of
circumstance and agnosticism.

my world is viewed through opposing mirrors
they disappear into the distance multipied
like mummies breathing and vital in repose
and all of those that dream of immortality
will see the dance repeated, and the melody.

the arms of suspicion
a great concept, LRod

lots in this poem, i've read it several times
and appreciation continues to grow

~westie

thanks for reading, westie

(note to anyone who would read a Lightning Rod poem several times: Get a life.... )

LOL

this is my life!!!

~w

westie, even when I was a miserable junky, I hated it when someone said Get a Life. (it was a pop phrase then) As if I didn't have a life. They may not have approved of my life but I had one and it was real.

yeah. i know you're teasing and throwing in some poetic philosophy to boot. a full service guy

i'm sensitive cause my sibling thinks i don't have a life...lol

~westie

fate is slow,
same as life is short,
or so i imagine.

Fate is what you make of it.
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definition recession

funny that! my sibling is the same. cameras, guitars, notebooks, reading... it doesn't make sense to her so i'm a sad pathetic with no life.

I enjoyed this piece, clay.

I like this a lot Lrod....skilled use of language, it's got muscle and bite..

3rd stanza is my favorite, but the whole poem is very good........