Visiting Karma Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning
Visiting Karma
We talk of disbelief and magic chants
While I sip tea, drain cup, and ask for more.
She pours, then moves to water mystic plants
That tendril windowsill and moonlight floor.
She sighs, be careful of the things you ask,
For like as not they'll come to you, then whirls
And gazes in my eyes, forsaking task,
Deciphering my soul, as droplet swirls
The mirrored table from forgotten glass.
She cheshire-smiles and shrugs, it's all the same,
Good fortune comes - and bad to any lass.
Though none of you is mistress of the game.
Her voice is silk, yet each word is a dart.
When Karma speaks, I listen with my heart.
Kolette Montague was born and raised in Payson, Utah. She has lived in Centerville, Utah with her husband for the past several years.They raised their three daughters there and now have five grandkids.She has been an active member of the Utah Poetry Society for over 30 years.
In 2000, her book, "Easing Into Light" won UTSPS's book of the year.She believes poetry delights the ear, blesses the heart and heals the soul.Kolette is President of the Rhyme & Reason Chapter which meets once a month in Bountiful, Utah.
In the 2018 Utah State Poetry Society Spring Contest, Kolette took first place in category 1, First Honorable Mention in category 4, Third HM in category 7, second place in category 10, third place in category 19, first HM in category 26, and Special Recognition in category 32.
This is a beautiful poem by Kolette. She is certainly talented. She has not set up an account here on Poem Hunter because, once they are posted here, they cannot be entered into most contests. Most contests only consider unpublished poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/8/2024 4:52:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Somehow I thought it was not your style, your trademark, but still a good poem.