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A Fool's Journey

Poetry Prompt

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Posted by Writing Prompter on 4.01.14

The first card in the Major Arcana of the tarot, a deck of cards used by mystics for divination, is called “The Fool." He is depicted on the card as gliding towards the edge of a cliff with the sun rising up behind to light his way, beginning a new journey full of unlimited potential. Have you recently set out on a new journey? Or are you itching to try something new, be spontaneous, and break out of your routine? Write a poem that captures the excitement of the first day of a new adventure. It could be a physical journey, like traveling to a distant land, or an emotional journey, like the start of a new relationship. Whatever path you choose, make sure it’s exhilarating!

Reader Comments

  • LOTs91 says...

    My love, My love, My love

    It's like a dying rose

    My love, My love, it barely grows

    My love is sweet, all thorns with no petals

    My love is fleet, once bloom but now withers

    Death has a magnificent beauty that life brings it

    A toxic sea just watch how her roots quivers

    Watch how it shakes and her loins that is the ground breaks

    Her water has turned and became taunted with emotions that are foreign

    Strange to the eye must I oblige

    Must I go forth and endure such love

    My love, my love, die I must say

    For death travels in such strange ways

    Her sins that live inside of her steam

    Must her roots continue to supply her with nourishment

    Must I be the grardner who continually tend to her needs

    The strength that she needs

    No, they must deny letting me watch my love die

    Letting my love go, not letting my feelings show

    Once smitten but now is the time

    To go our seprate ways and letting fate deciede

    My love, My love, the rose that was derprived

    Oh how I enjoy this non enthusiast ride for my love hasn't died....

  • LOTs91 says...

    My love, My love, My love

    It's like a dying rose

    My love, My love, it barely grows

    My love is sweet, all thorns with no petals

    My love is fleet, once bloom but now withers

    Death has a magnificent beauty that life brings it

    A toxic sea just watch how her roots quivers

    Watch how it shakes and her loins that is the ground breaks

    Her water has turned and became taunted with emotions that are foreign

    Strange to the eye must I oblige

    Must I go forth and endure such love

    My love, my love, die I must say

    For death travels in such strange ways

    Her sins that live inside of her steam

    Must her roots continue to supply her with nourishment

    Must I be the grardner who continually tend to her needs

    The strength that she needs

    No, they must deny letting me watch my love die

    Letting my love go, not letting my feelings show

    Once smitten but now is the time

    To go our seprate ways and letting fate deciede

    My love, My love, the rose that was derprived

    Oh how I enjoy this non enthusiast ride for my love hasn't died....

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