Misty curtains of time
lift slowly with each passing
day revealing…
chance
plan
happenstance…
The map of our lives,
written in bright colors of youth
have a way of not leading
where we thought…
rather, we are led where
we should go. For better or worse.
Do not bemoan fate for
challenges or
sing praises for
success.
Rather, thank the mapmaker
for his eternal patience
and for his gift of
a road to follow...
and a way back home.
Author notes
Prompt: Oh God! the house, the boat, the river, the tree, the sun, the sky, the cloud, I mean everything around me were just the drawings by you including me..Unknown
Picture Credit: Artist Unknown
No limit
A contest entry
- just the drawings... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended August 1, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome
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What a great take on the prompt! Well done poet!
Best wishes in the contest!
Frogz~
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Ah..you are very true and very much impressive for describing the life.....well done and my thanks for sharing such a wonderful piece in my contest...
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Sigh..well.. I don't believe in fate personally.. but I think this poem is just lovely my friend!
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Wonderful!
What a wonderful take on the prompt, wonderful picture, wise words.
I love this, 'the mapmaker'. Wonderful!
...have I mentioned that i think this is wonderful?
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BEAUTIFUL. Stunning and then some. I love this Ken. So wise are your words. Best of luck my friend.
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