Today’s prompt was to write a poem about luck and fortuitousness, and as today was my day off I’ve had a lot of time to write something, but no matter what I did I wasn’t happy with how it came out – finally, I gave up and wrote a real experience. At least it’s bearable. Anyway, here it is:
Last summer I found The World
Sitting in the gutter as I walked
Along the side of the road to work.
How rough she had been treated-
Her colors faded and face grainy.
I looked at her; she looked at me.
I looked around, bent down,
And held The World in my hand
Uncaring and amazed by how well she fit.
Lucky, maybe, she might be
I put her in my pocket to keep.