From Clotho’s components
All those moments
This life is made, with intangible string
My traits and gait by Fate compiled
A certain butterfly is already on the wing
I emerge from the cocoon voicing the wild
Thread in Lachesis clime
Will be lost in time
When born the days ahead seem vast
Each stich becomes a memory vapor
Yet all too soon those years are past
I voice them all, on pixels, on paper
Of Atropos’ domain
Like tears in rain
I must go in for the fog is rising
My words will speak for me beyond the snuff
Always verbally enterprising
Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Poetics: words of departure
Laura Bloomsbury tends the bar and invites us to write a “deathbed,” poem with the inclusion of a quote from a selection provided. Typical of Muse – using just “a” quote wasn’t an option.
The following are in my take on the prompt where Fate/Moira may control my body but my voice will live on.
“All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain”
-Roy Batty, Blade Runner
“A certain butterfly is already on the wing.”
-Vladimir Nabokov
“I must go in for the fog is rising”
-Emily Dickinson
“Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough.”
-Karl Marx
I love how you made the quote part of your story and journey and adding this as well:
I emerge from the cocoon voicing the wild
Thank you, Grace.
each stitch becomes a memory vapor. so true. and truer as time goes on.
Thank you.
Well constructed form the proffered lines, excellent work.
Thanks, Rob.
Nice on Raivenne. Happy you dropped by to read mine
Much❤love
Thanks Gillena.
what a wonderful weave of the Fates with these several last words – a lovely read and very creative
Thank you.
You knocked the ball right out of the park! 😀 This is absolutely fabulous, Raivenne ❤️❤️❤️
❤️ Thank you, Sanaa.
Nice post 😄
Thank you!