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This fated reel I hold within my hand,
spins once; spins twice; spins thrice; and then again.
Counting out the measure of a life;
the destinies of every living soul.
Whether they be of plenty or of dearth,
tears amid treasure or laughter with lack;
all these, contained within the thread I ply,
come to every mortal both small and great.
I am not moved by reproof or censure,
nor yet by praise or sumptuous libation.
This alone I offer; my only view:
though sorrow aches, it flees; but joy endures.
Clotho is one of the Three Fates of Greek Mythology.
Written for dVerse.
Wonderful Silver. My wife is a weaver, so we are a household of plentiful yarns in myriad of colors.
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely and uplifting!
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
David [ben Alexander]
Amen to the endurance of joy! Beautiful poem :-)
ReplyDeleteThat was powerful philosophy, reminding me at first of ghecreels that spin high in Tibetan villages in the Himalayas before turning and revealing more in your words, very nice...
ReplyDeleteJoy endures. The sun will come up tomorrow. We need to dwell on the positives!!
ReplyDeleteThe way you use the spinning of threads make me think of the Norns of Nordic Mythology.
ReplyDelete"though sorrow aches, it flees; but joy endures."...so much truth in this. Beautifully woven.
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful …..
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