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Fate waves her fickle hand, discerning not
between one desirous or deserving
of a destiny, glorious. 'Tis wrought,
Time is, with stories of man, unnerving
and bold, rallying against her servings
sprinkled upon them. They dare greed, rage, lust,
pain; their best bold endeavors! Observing,
in the end, Fate's fancy cannot be crushed.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, July 15, 2012
This is my attempt to follow a challenge offered up by "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - A Mini Challenge for Sunday - A Monk's Tale". We had a choice to do a Huitain form poem (8 lines, 10 syllables in each, rhyme scheme ababbcbc) also known as the "Monk's Stanza". If we chose to do a free verse poem, it was to be on the topic of "The Monk's Tale".
So... I choose to do a Huitain with a bit of a commentary of the "Monk's Tale". I scanned the whole long tale. It seems it entails many grim, tragic tales, all of which deal with fate now and again. Fate that doesn't always seem just....
I could be off on my quick analysis, but it I am, the poem above I did battle with rhyme and syllabic counting... not something that comes easy to me! :)
The photo is one that I took at night and added a bit of "snow" to. As beautiful and hardy as Black Eyed Susans are... if snow descends upon them, they will perish. (kind of like the hand of fate* ... ?)
* I am NOT a big believe in fate (we have no choice)... I do believe in destiny - if it means we do play a part in our final outcome... if we choose to use our gifts, we all have a purpose to fulfill. The question is, will we choose the right path?