Destiny
Good Fortune came my way
Courted her, dined her well
She smiled on me, cash cow
Bright teeth, shining pearls
Little did I know then
Those teeth inside her smile
Better to bite my butt
Kick me hard, I did fall
Fickle woman, my Fate
Promised the Moon I was
selenolatry me,
Lost my all
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Poem copyright 2015, Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
Today I am linked with Kerry O'Conner at Flash 55 Plus,
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2015/10/flash-55-plus.html
After reading or listening to Carl Orff' O Fortunata, we are to compose a poem of exactly fifty-five words telling what came to mind. I have 55 words including my title.
Carl's composure, translated into English, may be seen here:
http://lyricstranslate.com/en/o-fortuna-o-fortune.html
Selenolatry: Moon lover
What an excellent poem, Jim. Never trust the fickle nature of fate, indeed.
ReplyDeleteFate is sometime very cruel. Good write.
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Ah. Fate has a way of kicking when one is down particularly! Or when one is up! You've captured that here. (I am glad that I think this poem is largely fictional.) k.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a most excellent way of falling.. sometimes fate smile with a blessed fortuna.
ReplyDeleteOy, that's a hard fall.
ReplyDeleteNicely said. (I'm a selenolatrist myself! ;) But so far, so good.)
ReplyDeleteShe CAN lure us in... I love her description...
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