Divine Poetry – Day 10 – Epic 2/6 (Destiny)

Who is your companion? 10 of Swords, reverse
What is your first obstacle? Justice

And thus the past is invoked
In the heart of a red rotten rose
By the sight of which has provoked
Purest Fate with only a glance at its pose,
So delicate, so broken, the surface of its petals
That with a single sight caused the deep rage which arose.
From Fate a vision more precious than all the world’s metals,
Came to me, precious golds and silvers – its very wealth, I suppose,
And I was able to see the world in a corrupted stream,
Flowing, overflowing, and moving in a blurred beam.

It was here that I saw reflected a dream
Reaching out, too weak to really see,
But by the light of a fading Sun the pictures gleam
And grow stronger in darkness, or maybe it’s just me.
What I saw next was ordinary, pitifully so,
That I almost laughed, but then seriousness surpassed,
And I watched more carefully the moving pictures slow.
With a growing sadness the story massed,
I saw Destiny’s story show.
I saw, with a horror, the water flow.

Surely, these are not tears?
Yet, all the same, the story stands.
By the power of Grace we go back years
To a point in Destiny’s life, always out of her hands,
When she first decided, with a deep certainty,
That there was only one path to take
And that was to leave, to go to the University
With all she owned, away from home, at the end of break.
Her destiny, poor Destiny, did then awake and unravel
Down the path she chose, unconsciously, to travel.

That summer was the sweetest summer,
The hottest too that the honest weather could give.
Maybe it was a warning, maybe it was trying to run her
Away from the life she chose. Kill her before she could live
Long enough to regret, long enough to worry,
Long enough to question all the things they said
When they told her that she needed to hurry
And in order to live she needed to get ahead.
University, the key to an easy future, a decent life,
To not go would be suicide with the dull edge of a rusty knife.

So naturally, our hero, the hero of this story,
Destiny, who we saw drowning in books and words,
Chose to go, least she, of anybody, miss out on glory.
With that thought she moved closer towards
The story’s beginning, though not the true,
For the true began way before
Either us, or anybody, ever knew
There was a problem we’ve come to ignore,
Such a problem that lead to Destiny’s sorrow.
Such a problem that ruined Destiny’s tomorrow.

Now, finally, it is the present.
That past is with us, now here.
We saw Destiny last back bent
Over large books and with great fear.
At this time, she is smiling, a simple happiness found.
She is younger yet, yet unbroken, basking
In her future yet to come fatally around.
She is ready, prepared, with questions asking
About how to go about life properly, smartly.
The whole heart is involved, not just partly,

And in her eyes, her mind, ready to burst,
Is the thirst she has developed recently.
Honestly though, what could be the worst
Thing to happen to her? Speaking decently,
She’s as prepared as they come, if you ask me.
Weaker ones have succeeded by far, their stories
Fueling hope in those just as unprepared, you see,
Helping to fuel dreams and destroy all lingering worries
And Doubts about the situation, the dream, the aspiration
Given by parents, teachers, government, and nation.

Who better to help her on her quest
Than a counselor with an honest face and way?
Mr. Justice, who is a pro at handling student distress,
Helps dear Destiny make a decision with no grey
Areas as to the best school for her to choose
That would allow her to be the most successful
In the area of her study, her desire not to lose,
So as to make the needed process less stressful.
But what of her study? What did she decided to live for,
Completely encased by, and the key to her future’s door?

Why, none other than History. Such bliss you see,
And she saw too, inside the past of me and you.
With the knowledge of how everything came to be-
Of the mistakes made and the history behind all we do-
She knew, oh, she knew, the power that was put into words
Laid down on pages that were conserved over the ages.
And in this knowledge she knew how to fly like one of the birds
Sitting around her High School watching students pretend to be sages.
But Mr. Justice, dear counselor, was nothing but concerned.
History didn’t make money; History was only shortly learned

In the middle of the afternoon in the back of class,
While you tried not to nap, and the teacher rattled on
About this and that. While the presidents were a mass
Of random names and facts, and you barely have the strength to yawn
As an hour drags on far too long to be humanly normal.
That is History, thinks Mr. Justice, who has been there before.
That is History that students are taught in all formal
Education, that’s the system and to want more
Is odd, so odd, and should be discouraged now
Because the future is no laughing matter, and does not allow

Mess ups, mistakes, misplacements, and misunderstanding.
So he tells her with great care, with gentle encouragement,
Trying his best, his hardest, to tell her the truth that’s demanding
Consideration of her situation, as to how management
Of the future works when he says bluntly, not stunting the meaning,
“The money isn’t in History, I mean, unless you plan to teach?
But even then it’s little money and there’s not much of a need
For teachers on the subject, how do I say it, it’s out of reach
To expect a good life from the money it makes, so I must heed
You to reconsider, to change your mind to something more,
Least you waste your potential and close opportunity’s door.

She thought and she considered. She felt her dreams wither
And replied with a sadness, knowing but not knowing why,
“It’s the only thing I want to study, but I guess, I figure,
There might be something else, surely, but could you supply
A list of choices, or something compatible to my interests?
I like to read, to write, to analyze, to study, and to help others.
As long as it meets at least some of those it makes no difference
To me what I study, I suppose. I’m not good, I might add, with numbers
So please not math, or little of it if possible, would be best.”
And with those words she laid her dreams down to rest.

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Divine Poetry – Day 31 – Response to the Aubade

[Revisit a favorite prompt and write a response]
Response to the Aubade: Page of Cups, reverse

I worry about sleeping,
About dreaming, about seeing
Something, anything, and everything.
I now run from the world
That I cherish and hold dear.

Did my dreams say goodbye
Or was that me lying to myself?
I have the tendency to throw away
The things that I feel too much for.
Have I abandoned myself
For myself?
It’s a fear I hold every night.

Divine Poetry – Day 29 – Acrostic

[Explore your closest friend]
What makes them special to me? 2 of Wands
What makes me special to them? Page of Coins, reverse
What is our friendship like? The Star, reverse
What do we need to work on? Ace of Swords, reverse

Come to me dear,
Remember how stubborn we both were?
You said we’d either love or kill each other.
Self-destructive tendencies watered us and we grew
Together, and apart, and together
All over again, and again.
Love comes in many forms, I’ve found.

Divine Poetry – Day 28 – Major Arcana

[Using the Major Arcana, draw two cards and morph their meanings – positive to negative, negative to positive.]
Positive: Death
Negative: The Moon

Death is a positive force,
It changes you for better or worse,
Yet is the worse better or better worse
Cannot be decided in the back of a hearse.

Not necessarily a hearse of the physical-
It could be of the mind, a musical
Ending sequence for a dreary rhyme
Telling you that you’re out of time.

Time is gone, change at hand
To get you gone from a comforting land
Of security or stability, while you demand
Why, oh why now, does the last sand

Fall now, of all times in the light
Of the full Moon this night,
A clear pool of water your death sight.
It’s an omen of evil, of night’s fright.

There’s nobody worth trusting
As your stability lays rusting.
Yet, that’s not true, not truthful,
I promise. There are things ruthful,

With some virtue and honor
Who don’t believe you’re a goner.
And that’s beautiful, you know?
To have some light, at least to show

You a path, no matter how obscure.
There is a future for you, I assure,
The Moon assures, though shadowy
It’s a home of sorts. A place to be happy.

Divine Poetry – Day 27 – Swords

[Use only the suit of Swords and include the words Air, Reason, and Nobility]
7 of Swords
Page of Swords, reverse
Ace of Swords

All reason had left the houses of Nobility
In the midst of chaos-
Shown to be deeper in thought,
In feeling, in dreams.
How unforeseen this power
To let go, to just flow without a care.
To be picked up by the air
And sail through life with little plans,
Stopping only to feel the world
Grasped between the toes of your feet.
It’s intoxicating, such deep emotion.
It’s too powerful, such feelings.

Divine Poetry – Day 26 – Cups

[Use only the suit of Cups and include the words Water, Emotion, and God/Goddess]
6 of Cups
7 of Cups, reverse
Queen of Cups

Emotions are powerful-
Powerful enough to invoke Poetry,
The future, and the Divine in
All worlds and words.
Gods and Goddesses feel emotions
No different than humans, one could argue,
Except they have the willpower,
The determination, the strength,
To do something about them.
Whether that make s a human
Sound obscenely godly,
Or a God sound all too human
For delicate tastes,
Is not for me to decide for you.

Divine Poetry – Day 24 – Pentacles

[Use only the suit of pentacles (coins) and include the words Earth, Possessions, and Merchants]
5 of Coins, reverse
7 of Coins, reverse
9 of Coins, reverse

The Earth is my home
Yet, I find myself distracted my merchants
And shinny objects, a need for more possessions.
I could have five hundred china sets,
A fountain of the sweetest Champaign,
Every book in a library of my innermost dreams,
But I will still die.

Money cannot buy enough time
For me to enjoy every toy, knickknack, and souvenir
That I could collect mindlessly over the years.
I don’t feel pain knowing this,
I feel sad, but happy.
The Earth is my home where memories are kept,
And cared for, and loved.
I don’t want more than I can chew.
I don’t want a long life without knowing home.

Divine Poetry  – Day 23 – Wands

[Use only the suit of Wands and include the words Fire, Creativity, and Pleasantry]
8 of Wands, reverse
Page of Wands
Knight of Wands

I’ll be great one day,
Though today I am of the peasantry.
It wasn’t the life I chose,
But the life they assigned to me.
They don’t know,
Don’t want to know,
That I have the power, the will,
To change and set fire to the limits
They set upon me, upon us, so unfair.

“The world was not created equal”
They chant, and chant, and cry.
The world is what I make it,
But not alone, I know-
Oh, I know.
But I can alight passion with my words,
Creativity placed to aflame dead dreams
And bring to life the life we all dreamed.

Divine Poetry – Day 21 – Romance

Nature – The Devil, reverse
Humanity – The Fool
The Bridge Between – Justice, reverse

The devil came strolling one morning
Arm in arm with those he bound.
No chains jingled, no sounds of mourning,
Simple blissful silence among the trees.

And a young Fool saw this sight,
A sight surely none would believe,
Who could not help but ask
With a passionate peeve:

“Why are you two happily
Walking in arm with the Devil?
Does he not beat you so,
And in your poor pain revel?”

“No” said the man and woman,
“He does not treat us so.
It was not he who bound us but rather
Our ignorance of what we didn’t know.”

“Now we’re free, and so now we go
Happily to the fate we feared to know.”
So they smiled and trod away
And the Fool stayed confused another day.