Assigned Fate, Wizard Award Options

[Guest_Rosemerta_*]

Needs much work, especially with punctuation.

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Assigned Fate

There in the thickness of thought lies uncertainty
with tangled tentacles of fear unfolding, extending.
They ease about a motionless body as if in a dream,
yet these eyes are wide open to the stifling event

Time shows no mercy on this tired soul.
It steals what it will and stands unyielding,
leaving pride and dignity but faded memories,
holding hopes and dreams to ransom that can’t be paid

The clock ticks away minutes to hours dauntingly.
Both racing and crawling in the same dimension,
igniting confusion and worry as one flame
to burn within a soul already tortured.

Is there no charm to dismiss this blackened veil,
or blade to cut through these chains of remorse?
Where is the potion to usher in the blue,
the musicians to fill this silent void?

Here in the hour when normality is at sleep
the heart that struggled to fight back lets go.
And once twisted into total submission
is thrust below the quicksand of despair.

Heedless souls pass by in light pursuit,
leaving no mourners to sigh the loss.
Is there no one to light a single candle
to guide the deviated to a better place?

Thus alone the traveler is left in limbo
lost among the spirits that will not speak.
Here in the internal darkness of nothing
forever remains the shattered life of waste.

[Psyche]

Hi Jackie!

I've also been AWOL, but only for 2 or 3 days. I see you've noticed that "The mice play while the cat is away"! Meaning that all sorts of dialogues have cropped up in your absence, in this thread.

I really admire your poem, so it's good to know that my comments boosted your mood for the day. I took a peek at your profile and see that you're an accomplished person in all sorts of activities... wow... can't say that for myself!

I live in Argentina and was taught British English, so I also have problems with spelling, since here we also speak Spanish... quite a mess! I was taught that a full stop is a period, or dot...

But I can certainly explain about shades in Hades. Hades was the underwold of the Ancient Greeks. Everybody went there on dying. They became "shades" because apparently they were sort of transparent but quite recognizable, not like an invisible spirit. In Hades, they lost all feelings and emotions, but could converse and even eat!
It was pretty grim down there, but not half as bad as the Christian hell. They even had a King and a Queen, Pluto and Persephone. Live people were often sent on missions to Hades. Psyche (that's my nick...), was sent by Aphrodite to beg some beauty off Persephone, since poor Aphrodite needed a face-lift....haha...

For the dead to reach Hades, they had to pay the boatman some coins to cross the river Styx. People went quite willingly, and the custom was to put coins on the eyes of corpses at burial, so that they would have petty cash for the crossing....Oh, there's lots more, a mix of real beliefs and myths, so I'll stop here or Don will say I'm verbose!

Back to your poem, it reminds me a little of 'shades' since you mention 'heedless souls', 'light pursuit', the traveler left in limbo (Hades was a sort of limbo, the Christian limbo derived from there, or purgatory, but it's recently been removed from the Catholic dogma...). The ancient Greeks were fatalists, and certainly nobody lighted candles to guide them to a better place...although latter on Plato imagined a beautiful Isle where the good people went, three centuries B.C.


Heedless souls pass by in light pursuit,
leaving no mourners to sigh the loss.
Is there no one to light a single candle
to guide the deviated to a better place?........I like the way you question fate.

Thus alone the traveler is left in limbo
lost among the spirits that will not speak.
Here in the internal darkness of nothing.....Sounds like Hades!
forever remains the shattered life of waste

Anyway, you mention that is the way a depressed person feels, and I can relate to that, except that you've excelled at poeticizing that condition, so that readers can make different readings, parallel interpretations, etc.

I'm off now, to enjoy a rather glorious summer day!
Hugs, Sylvia ***

[Guest_Rosemerta_*]

Wow, Sylvia,

You are a wealth of information on this. My youngest son is the one who is up on Greek mythology. I remember being interested it in my (ehem) younger days but somehow got more in tune with the ancient Egyptian culture. Hence, the story behind my avitar. **S**

Thanks for explaining that all to me. Makes sense to me now and I always wondered were the custom of putting silver dollers on the eyes of the dead came from. Most interesting stuff.

I wouldn't worry about how you learned English. We have many here from the UK and both speak English but I often have to have them translate some of their common terms for me. I truly admire anyone who can speak more than one language.

Though Catholic I'm not exactly a practicing one. Much has changed in the church over the years but an old girl like me has a hard time forgetting what I was taught. **S** I don't know as if lighting candles was to guide them over as much as a means to pray for their soul. One would think we are pyromaniacs for as much as we use any excuse to light candles.

I took a peek at your profile and see that you're an accomplished person in all sorts of activities... wow... can't say that for myself!

Hugs, Sylvia ***

LOL... I can't say I'm accomplished... more of a 'Jack(ie) of all trades - master of none'.

Thanks for sharing.
~~<@ Jackie

[Psyche]

Hi Jackie-of-all-trades!

I've been AWOL, sorry... Glad I was helpful with mythology!

About all sorts of English, I mostly have difficulty when attempting R&F, because people don't seem to agree on where the emphasis goes. So I get my beat all wrong...

I'm not a practising anything, but I do enjoy strolling into different churches to medidate or pray. Although born in Argentina, I was baptized Anglican. I like to think of myself as spiritual, and I really think we're here for a purpose, hope so. Which reminds me of a dialogue in Dostoviesky's The Brothers Karamazov, where Ivan talks to his brother Aloysha (the monk), and finally agrees that he can believe in God (he's an atheist), but that he can't believe that this world is God's creation. His long monologue is quite convincing, and heartrending, and perhaps we really are on the wrong planet, who knows? Jus' jokin', or not...

Hey, Jackie, back to your poem. I'd love to nominate it for the IBPC, but you'd at least have to put the periods or whatever punctuation you choose to use. That is, if you're iinterested, no obligation!

I don't think Don will say 'nope'...hehe... he's such a teaser!

Hugs,
Sylvia ***