Ill fate I call, luck lingering on chance,
Others may call it law of seeds and sprouts,
And yet others, destiny's dappled dance,
A thing when duly happens what use doubts?
And karma clings to catch up with the life
To dish out platefuls of pickled fortune,
Or life of frustration, of sour fruits rife,
Dark rainy clouds or sunshine of mid June.
Life has to learn to live with Providence,
Which, like a river flows as is meant to—
To meet ocean— how making little sense,
For, destiny leaves blueprint nor a clue.
Life traces no straight line in curvy space,
Rejoice still, no atom seems out of place.
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Sonnet | 05.11.2011 | destiny, life, luck, philosophy
Note: If something happens, how and why are matters of philosophical debate. But something happens, we see it, where are the doubts? Remember, even chaos has at its core some method in madness. One has to live in a curvy-linear world of no straight lines.
For an hour
Cicadas saw at the early August evening
While thunder purrs as kittens
In the yarn of dark clouds balled up out west over Ionia County
Trees prepare their umbrellas
The Tigers on TV swing away in the 3rd inning
A good book in hand
Then out of hand
A den of lions-wind roars outside our patio window
Devours the screens
I jump back
House turns black
And our 100-year old standing friends
Just like that
Break in half no more than the unlucky draw of straws
While others are plucked like Hedgehog mushrooms
All thrown down
At dawn
Sunlight strikes of leftover lightning
Flashes through new holes punched in the canopy
I hadn’t seen the sky in my backyard for decades
But there it is
Claw marks across the laid-down lambs on forest floor
And upon the beast of me who lies beside them.
Life is never a straight line
Full of twists and turns and detours
What an fantastic exciting ride it is
As above the clouds we soar
Wishing the joy will never end
A lifetime of love and happiness
If you're among the fortunate ones
Among those continually blessed
Not sure “sad” is the proper word
To describe those less fortunate souls
Maybe it's just that the right affair
Hasn't yet begun to unfold
We were all meant to find the love
Of a soulmate to live with through life
That one time amazing experience
That we never ever feel twice
Life is never ever a straight line
It's an amazing over the top feeling
So cherish all those memorable times
One's that set you heart reeling
© Jack Ellison 2013
Breath in a second
Forsaken,heart misses beats
Boiling point of my soul
Reaches optimum.
Dancing lines on the monitor
At inauspicious time
Tends to a long curve
Oxygen blowing directly to heart
Fail to ignite
The long curve ends
As a straight line.
In fortitude I feel a flame
In rotatory motion slips
Into air.
From the crane-shot
I see them panic stricken.
Those that seen
Those that kept to heart
Words and dreams
Left abandoned except
A struggled breath
With composure
I see my body glow
When moon light falls on.............
Straight line is a curve
We strike two nails to
bury
themselves in the wood.
We tie a thread around
each
and form a tight string
between them, our basis
for making a
straightedge
and we make a casting
machine for other things
to emulate its linearity.
But there is no such thing
as straight line
for it extends indefinitely
and is bent by cosmic
forces,
and it is an arc of a circle
whose radius is as long as
the radius of the universe
(if it is a sphere).
The mold makes it easier
to create newer things
and results to
tremendous
productivity that
threatens
our nature.
The original Creator shall
come to destroy the
mold,
and we will no longer be
able to cast our
intelligent
foolishness.
The line will become a
random curve.
Maybe I’m going too far?
Nah, life’s a straight line
and those who get the furthest
are then exalted the highest
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