Best Atropos Poems

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...

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Shears, indifferent where the fibers led,
She wielded innocent of dread,
Cutting what her sisters fed.
Slicing each fragile thread,
Thickened puddles spread,
steaming and red,
As he bled,
In bed.
Dead.





Rhymed Nonet...

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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....

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