(Poem) Untitled Fates Poem

The constant gardeners walk as three,
  their steps in tandem laying out verdant life.
Each a sister named in like, to Be,
  they give birth, let live, and bring every strife.

All three are named differently by each creed and land,
  the first praised most by young and old.
She is the mother with your seed in hand,
  sewing rows to birth each new life foretold.

The sisters tread evenly among both grass and rock,
  and the second tends to virtues above your mind.
Her gentle hands hold your thread and your cock,
  tying you off on garden stakes, rows lined.

It is with flowers where the third is best seen,
  among crocus, orchid, tulip and rose.
With tears in her eyes for all beauty that has been,
  this tender spirit has few following where she goes.

The first two smile divinely unknowing, vapidly vain,
  and the third is left to seperate your chaff from the seed.
And they walk on by, leaving only her to remain,
  to cut the rose and prune the weed.

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Not sure where this poem came from, or what inspired me to write it… But occasionally I’m struck with the urge to write something classical and I find it relaxing, lets my mind ease off of the heavier creative burdens that I choose to carry the rest of the time. It feels a little weak in places, and needs to be shored up… But I don’t think it’s going to be one of the pieces I try to carry on with me over the years. So, it might not see revision for quite some time.

For now, its locked away here where any can see it… Maybe it’ll inspire someone else.

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