How auguries go, and fate consigns you

In beauty or vain, The road taken guides

And thorn roses grow, as life defines you

in love or disdain, to fate one abides.


A fickle canopy, so sadly portrayed

Behind worn old eyes, and with broken lyres

Unsure what to see, and the chords misplayed,

Time shrivels in size, perplexed by the fire.


As memories flood, and regrets appear,

One tends to wonder how this fate was allowed

With scars drawn through mud, confounded by fear,

The mind is thunder, clapped and disavowed.


Should I tell the clock, that it needs to work,

To keep the night ticks, and hasten the hands

Where trice seconds flock, and long minutes lurk,

However quickly gone are future plans.


But still that nagging metronome patters

My dreams trodden; But the drawing board calls.

With my head sagging, as the rain spatters

Ideas blossom, then fall back in withdrawal.


Thoughts persist in an ill-lit lecture room,

Curious of life, and if this was it

Was I a madman, impending my own doom?

Mitigating strife, was how I’d commit.


So, with perfect aplomb, and magnetic lure,

Seamlessly I accept what fates draw near

Without blush or qualm, I am reassured,

With love as a percept, that I am here.


And that there is no better place to be

Than in the present, granting the rose its hue

Mindful of fortune’s throes and destinies

Free of resentment, primed to start anew.


With those auguries gone, and roses dehisced,

And time sparsely free; This belief is what I take—

That though time lives on, and fortunes stay amiss,

My fate lies with me, to become what I make.

Paul Neglia
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

12 thoughts on “Fate

  • January 6, 2017 at 3:05 PM

    I love this, Paul. It is very well phrased and enjoyable to read with a perfect conclusion. Well done.

    • January 9, 2017 at 8:07 PM

      Thank you so much Phyllis I am glad you enjoyed it. ~Paul

  • January 6, 2017 at 11:30 PM

    Nicely expressed and resolved in thought, a well penned piece with some lovely phrasing and word-play. Well done Paul.

    • January 9, 2017 at 8:08 PM

      Thank you so much Tony, im glad this piece to favor with you. Thanks.~Paul

  • January 7, 2017 at 10:04 AM

    A beautiful , thought provoking write my dear friend Paul..I guess we are all vulnerable to the designs of fate..What we can do is try not to tempt it or surrender to it without a fight..I so loved your masterful words..Thank you so much for sharing and have a wonderful day!

    • January 9, 2017 at 8:12 PM

      I much appreciate your response my friend. Fate is a fickle thing. Unsure whether or not tis better to tempt it or surrender to it, either way a fight must come when it pertains to fate. Thank you so much again dear Anjana~Paul

  • January 8, 2017 at 2:57 AM

    Wonderful poetic sentiments. Enjoyed this. I do believe fate leads us through life.

    • January 9, 2017 at 8:13 PM

      Hopefully in the right direction Rasma. Thank you for your kind words and comments. Much appreciated~Paul

  • January 9, 2017 at 2:05 PM

    I found my self drifting through the waves of fate, taking me slowly, sometimes fast, taking me unawares… laying me within the solitude that composed such thoughts from Your in depth mind, to write something like this needs experiences, emotionally, spiritually and for sure, mindly! and what a perfect lesson You end Your wonderful poem with, I greet You so very much for it!

  • January 9, 2017 at 8:17 PM

    Dear LS i do appreciate your following here. I am so glad you take the time to visit me here, makes me happy. Fate is an interesting creature we must pay close attention to, or else it may catch up to us. I am glad you enjoyed this my friend.~Paul

  • January 10, 2017 at 9:33 AM

    A well written piece, Paul. We often wonder if our fate is pre-ordained or if different actions by us may have changed the outcome. However unless we are going through a Groundhog Day we just have to accept what comes our way. Good work.

  • January 23, 2017 at 2:59 AM

    A very somber, dismissive start through the patterns which the fates take, to a well conceived, and deservedly so, recouping of life at “the start of things.” A very well drawn portrait of fate, and how it intertwines our branches of life!


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