Rota Fortunae Poem by Jerry Buckley

Rota Fortunae



'Rota Fortunae'; most capricious of lovers,
you've tickled me with your fickle favors.
Spinning another everyman in wheeled gyration,
constant in turning, in change and variation.

Wheel of Fortune spinning; lifted I ride a cloud.
'En glorior elatus'; though exhaulted I waxed proud;
until flipped again, spun mortified through descent,
only to be abandoned, tortured as I repent.

'Rota Fortunae' - makes the mighty to mumble;
your charms captivate; give us cause to stumble.
Evidence Samson, Nero, Nebuchadnezzar;
Alexander the Great, and Julius Caesar.

Lady of the turning wheel - wasted, I melt away;
while yet another player is uplifted for today.
Let he on the summit, ner' neglect his goodly deeds,
as his status and high station compound in many needs.

'Lady Fortuna Rosa' - glows in masked jealousy;
rides rough-shod, over every offered chivalry
Brought low has she, many a proud lord and king;
many others, to whom a heathen ruin did bring.

Fortuna ever smiling, hides detached behind a veil.
Fortuna so beguiling; as she assures us all is well;
then spitefully turns treacherous tomorrow.
So out of happiness, acquaints everyman with sorrow.

'Voice of One' @ Jerry Buckley

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