Is it Fate?

By threeleafshamrock

Sun, 16 May 2010
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Mountain crested,
weary trodden;
base camp memories wane.
Heart re-breasted,
teary sodden;
no more sleeve worn pain.

Just as azure
rings the pallet;
pastels, shadeless, bloom.
Fate, without lure,
Swings the mallet;
reinstating gloom.

What Gods' pleasure,
contributes to
this iniquity?
Or what measure
doth impute to
life's reality?

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Comments

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
'Just as azure rings the pallet; pastels, shadeless, bloom. Fate, without lure, Swings the mallet; reinstating gloom.' - love the imagery in this stanza, Chris! A beautiful yet melancholy poem with great rhythm ;) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by shoe on
I like the vocabulary in this, the first stanza particulary, rings very true alas!