Destiny...A Poem by Raspberry RebelWord bank contest Bare, Twirl, Butterfly, Window, Light, Tea, Breath, Senses, Create, Pattern...Sat on plush purple in an otherwise BARE room, my china cup tinkled lightly against the soft TWIRL of my spoon.
A crystal BUTTERFLY dangled from a fine thin thread, like a spider's prey caught in a perfectly spun web.
A small oval WINDOW let in warm rays of LIGHT, that were rapidly drifting from bright day into night .
My sweet TEA was soothing taking another slow sip, I let it linger like a kiss from a lover on my lips.
My SENSES haywire releasing a nervous BREATH, I gave my destiny to a gypsy whose arms were outstretched.
I waited expectantly, then with a knowing smile she said, "Erm very interesting should we begin, my dear child?"
Do we CREATE our own path, or does fate play a part? Could a PATTERN made of leaves truly hold the key to my heart?... © 2011 Raspberry RebelAuthor's Note
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