Driblet of Destiny

A single drop approaches the fold
Its mission, moisten, grains all whole
To be lost when kneaded, tossed or rolled
Or mixed within The mixing bowl

This lonesome drop, all hope depletes
For surely will never be found
The drop that missed its mark complete
And splashed upon the ground

To dry away, late afternoon
By call of the summer's warm
Drifting toward a midday moon
Soon to be one with the storm

A journey of falling, then drifting away
Spanning the world entire
A distant thought, that fateful day
When measured and destined for fire

As summer rain, or autumn sleet
A drift of arctic snow
The ups and the downs do tend to repeat
But It's better than being the dough!


(Mistycalpoet Sept/2010)

Michael J. Gale
It's also better than being mixed up way too much. I like this work. so original and yet tastefully artistic which fulfills one to the max when reading.

yelena
The last line made me smile..Very true, indeed!:)

 

humanwoman
a whole fate in a drop

Sana Rose
Great unique comparison of life and dough! And great attitude, too.. Tfs!

Sandra Martyres
A very thought provoking write on life in general Misty..tfs