From the Deck

pondering life and destiny

Destiny is pondered as the sun
melts into the colors of life.
A painting spread across rippling
water mirrors joy and strife.

The breeze is warm and soft, yet
A chill runs down my spine.
In the distance a bell tolls;
I wonder if it could be mine.

Who is in control of this time or date?
Is it ME or IT that decides my fate?

Cecelia 2009

Reviews

[annie minus]

Great poem - the first verse is absolutely gorgeous . I like the subtle build-up to the thought provoking questions at the end, wonderful! Annie