Sore Fate.

Imagine if fate was imaginable.

After a sore run you sleep and remain human.

Being knowledgeable you exist and are to parley to blame.

Of the same nature are the fire bitten flowers in the garden

Exposed

Nudged gently by lilac wind

Skin?

There's no need for it.

You know everybody by scent and the hiss of their hearts

You walk all day long and and avoid the heat because you knew when the sun would die.

Reviews

[Rhea752]

Wow. Just wow. There are no words left.

[Leslie Philibert]

Stefon writes well, this poem convinces with original imagery and an interesting verse form full of surprises, like this too..

[SteveB]

I loved the last two lines. Vivid images expressed well. The "hiss" of their hearts is not only great aliteration but also a striking juxtoposition.

I have to admit though you lost me for a bit in the third line. "parley to blame" Either I missed something or there was a typo. Probably I missed something.

[Coyote Poetry]

Great description of fate. I believe we have some control. One different decision or turn. Can change a day and life sometimes. I like the ending. Gave balance and purpose for the poem. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote