Atropos Poems | Examples

Each Obituary I Read is Mine

a curtal sonnet

Each obituary I read is mine;
husband, wife, son and daughter abide where 
the records of their lives do still exist;
motality belongs to time's design,
stitching out each minute without prayer,
and you are simply helpless to resist

the imagination of the Weavers~
when will Atropos become the slayer,
and with her sharpened scissors give a twist,
putting all your plans to naught as reavers
take your soul for grist?

Love Atropos

Never been in love
Though I don't know your password
I will give you mine.

It's silly love song
I do not know the lyrics
But my heart sing it.

I'm not used to dance
I have feet not synchronize
Love made it this time.

Mouth may unconfessed
But the body has language
That heart can relate.

I may not known love 
But since the time I meet you
Good reason to change.

Song of The Atropa 'belladonna' No 14: ABBA

As strangleweeds ghost life manifestly,
caused by an Atropa belladonna
exposé mind-bending, marijuana
bears parallel outcomes, yet, it's deathly,
Greek myth Atropos cuts the thread of life
belladonna, a woman of beauty ...
Italian. If eaten, highly deadly,
or plant scrapes open cut, certain wildlife
are unaffected by its consumption ...,
pupil highlighters, cosmetic usage
and medicinal, named Deadly Nightshade
an earmark for historical function,
for it enhances the beauty facials,
and in parts of the world for medicals.

Homeward Bound in a Sea of Troubles

As we harness Fate’s wild winds to our lee
While navigating Life’s troublesome sea, 
We become flanked by Scylla and Charybdis
With only our life experience to guide us. 

Yet try we do, and we sail on through,
Life’s rocky straits where others can't save us.
Before muddling on through Atropos swirling brew,
Knowing we’ll lose many close friends around us.

As we sail homeward like the hero Odysseus 
Who plied forward through Life’s trials and mess,
We yearn for gentler and glassier seas,
While trying to remain Life's protagonist.

Song of The Anemones No 4: AABB

"*Oui, the winner, American Beauty,"
yet hail these 'Windflowers' Anemones,
flourished yon 'Down Under', 'Aussiszlanders,
indeed a showstopper for bystanders
of all but Europe, Turks, then South due East.
Breed buttercup, yet, some toxic; no feast,
bold capped to stop at bowls use; bowels feared,
not ground hugger, but mid-road, four feet cleared.
Eye catchers, nose losers; scent attracts foes,
begs Ruth from deer, rabbits ... cuts Atropos,
relevant, floral events, vast numbers,
eyes lacking, vainglory lapping ... wonders.
Attract bees, butterflies, and egotism,
flowers have that novel effect on schism.

Play With Myth

(1)
Send me some hug,
Can't fathom the cold

Send me some light,
And free me from this
Dark, deep, and plutonian pit.

Send me your heart
Through Eros's arrows
Five fathom deep
I'll come to life.

(2)
Feel my bosom
My warmth

Open the gift
There's a key
That would lift

Untangle the ribbon
Before Atropos does
There's no Anteros
But here's me, so Live!
(Roger Roger A. Pautan Jr.) 

(3)
Anteros punished him
With golden arrow, aimed.

Then Atropos took the lead
Called Clotho, commanded
To twirl the thread.

And peace, at last!
Cornucopia of tranquility
With Zephyros's breeze.
And Notus hid, in slumber cast.

(4)
In South's sleep, 
Boreas awakes

Euros's  Deciduous dispersed
Nostalgia to Phthonos
Oh Hera, can he be claimed? 

Where in Anemoi, 
will  Eros's arrow hit
Or can Oizys grief beat? 
The heart of this man has left.

Atropos

A life cut after time
alive and errors made
and lessons from sisters:
acceptance from Clotho -
a hand in weaving birth;
aware from Lachesis
that life is a wonder.

The Red Shoes

Part 2  - " Lily" / Kate Bush https://youtu.be/MWaqPOnR5wU






"The Red Shoes"




3 

Pieces of Paper
A Line, A Cross, A Curve
HOME

Davenport
Ascot
… 

3

Clotho
Lachesis
Atropos

Fate
or
Destiny


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
llb, klb, mlb





"The Red Shoes" / Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/rbbPPy_bNM4


"Lily" / Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/MWaqPOnR5wU

The Squelch of Death

I heard the squelch of death again
Now closer than it’s ever been—
   I can’t look back; I cannot pause,
Lest it might overtake me then.

I fear its face, its famished jaws,
Its awesome eyes, its grasping claws,
   As close behind, that baleful tread, 
Relentless in pursuit, now draws.

And though we choose to think instead
Of gentler things not fraught with dread,
   Yet still we’ll hear that squelch again--
When Atropos will cut the thread.


September 14, 2019
(This was written for Nina Parmenter's "Random Lines" contest... the line I chose was "I heard the squelch of death". Note that, for the contest entry, this was classified as a "Rhyme", which of course it is, but I am reclassifying it now more precisely.)

Liminal

“Liminal”




At the threshold point 
where rite of passage holds a pearl
hierarchy is reversed within the realm of ambiguity


Girl into Woman
Woman into Girl


Dissolution of Order
Fluidity a small metaphorical death
A rite of separation from the past


Three graces 
Three fates


Clotho spins
Lachesis deals
Atropos cuts 


Another missing 
watches her Moirai patiently 
and waits


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
llb, klb, mlb
ljb




"Basic Instinct", The Acid
https://youtu.be/kOucrAFX810







“A window within the soul to see
Light and Magick I send with thee
Be strong, be brave, make the right choice
Though Darkness shouts with a terrible voice
Know that I am watching from above
And that always, always, the answer is Love...” 










1. Liminality
2. Moirai

Fated Hell

Slovenly sorrows cause a blur,
Shameful shallows seep and stir.
He whimpers; a cowering cur,
Deathbed's deals, give-take, now occur.
Soul dried, bunched ball of prickly burr
Waste-of-time tears, goad like a spur.

Apologies, are but a slur,
Regrets besmirch like rancid myrrh.
Slanderers’ stooge, no amateur,
Souls sold, Evil’s entrepreneur.
Atropos to cut; F A T E S concur
Time to let loose this saboteur! 

“Burn in H E L L”,  said the whisperer…


Susan Ashley
July 28, 2017


~ Third Place ~
Contest: Early August Standard
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Scissors

We are like a pair 
of scissors: alone - useless 
blades of solitude,  
but together - Atropos' 
shears cutting the thread of fate.

Enchanted Luna

Oh Luna, with enchantment in night sky…
You gaze down from above with silver eye.
I fondly view your phases night by night
Enjoying most when you are filled with light.

To find your bright reflection on the sea
Enthralls emotions deep inside of me. 
Under your spell, you share in love’s sweet bliss,
I wonder who you will compel to kiss.

Let me roam the gardens in your soft light.
Romance me now as clouds obscure your sight.
Yes, every time your sphere is full or new
You cause desire or cause one to be blue.

So Luna do your best, my lover waits…
We’ll leave our love to you, and not the Fates.

© Connie Marcum Wong

(Non-traditional Sonnet)

*Fates: Greek & Roman Mythology The three goddesses, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, who control human destiny. 

Written during the full moon March 23rd.

Life's Line

Walking the line… as dancers in life
Stepping gingerly avoiding strife 
Step by step not looking left or right up or down
Eyes fixed upon living life’s line -- 
Played out by Klotho—
Measured by Lachesis
In a nanosecond a fatal slip, 
Causes an unexpected trip
Atropos’ final snip--
Fragile system malfunction
Resulting in extreme unction.
I as you, play my part
As we on Charon’s craft depart.

The Fate of Atropos

Mary Ann Buchanan, copy write 2014

THE FATE OF ATROPOS

I like to tell myself 
 “I am a dreamer “.

But, it’s not always true.
I’m afraid of the shoe that drops

Like others, I fear the sudden
Knock at the door.

I dread being poor, and worry 
The fury of telling false truth.

The proof is; it attracts Atropos,
The Sister of Old Women-

Who likes to scare me.
But, I still dream a lot.

I like to tell her who cuts.
So what? Why not?

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