Quoth Theraven Poet Rhyme

Ready Made Unbroken

Comes a time of unbreaking
what's broken
maybe broken to the point
a thing can't be fixed
ever
forever
severed.   

To be sure prayers can find a home
but not when a divine plan's mark
is missed
yet must insist
with clenched fist 
I resist.

A simple woodcarver, be
like Mister Geppetto
fend off a life of despair
perhaps with a little help from 
a Fairy with Turquoise Hair.

For a creator
nothing causes elation
like its finest creation
seeking salvation.

All may end in ruin
in stringed freedom's destroy 
it's never easy 
bein' a wooden boy.

Life's call is abrupt
so keep your dukes up.

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Kelly Deschler June 30, 2023 at 10:06 AM Quite a powerful write, Richard. So heartfelt and deep... Life is indeed worth fighting for...

Andrea Dietrich June 20, 2023 at 12:58 PM I enjoyed reading this one and the reference to the wooden puppet. Lots of great movies made about him and Geppetto

Janice Canerdy June 17, 2023 at 3:04 PM Powerful descriptions of the power of faith, no matter what . . . , Richard. Janice

Panagiota Romios June 17, 2023 at 1:24 PM A most meaningful write. Sometimes, I found we are our own worst enemies. It seems there is always a collaboration of antagonists out to destroy us . But we are perfect as is. All have that the feeling.. I must change. It’s cracked. We are on earth but a short time.I have outlived my friends. Not a wrinkle on my face. I had enough terror in my life. It’s a miracle I look this good. And my stance to be myself is stronger than ever. Your poem is divinely, unique. Love Pangie

Robert Lindley May 31, 2023 at 8:44 AM Never more truth said my good friend. I've lived most of my life with my dukes up. Being always ready is half the struggle won without even have thrown a pinch. A fav my friend,

Suzette Richards May 31, 2023 at 1:09 AM I had this discussion not so long ago with someone dear to me who, with shaking fist, asked: 'Why me?' Is Fate ordained, or do we court it? I agree with your philosophy expressed in the last verse. A well penned poem that resonated with me, Richard. Regards, Suzette Quoth Theraven August 28, 2023 at 2:31 PM Suzette, Thank you. Thought you should know: This comment found its way, a source of inspiration for another (poem). Like ripples in a pond. -Richard