“Bad Luck” – a poem

 

Alas, Wish bones plucked from a cooked chicken carcass,
Little fingers hooked for luck.
Dandelion stalks blown to the wind
To scatter seed on the breeze

Stray pennies at the bottom of my purse
Tossed into wishing wells and fountains
And turtle backs of oriental temples.

Regrettably, Shooting stars
Darting across night skies
As a rare beacon to wish upon.

Lotto tickets, dogs, and racing horses
Odds stacked against
Yet still we hope beyond hope

Amusement arcades
Silver pennies
Dropping, falling, cascading away our dreams

Sadly, Birthday candles
indeterminate number of years
Reflected on a well meaning cake
To disappoint, annually.

Fortune tellers and soothsayers
Are mere charlatans to the truth
Defenders of reality
We believe their lies
Because we believe in the entity of “good”.

The Talismen, rabbits feet and four leafed clovers
Have failed to perform their role
Despite their rarity

Bad luck in abundance
Is it karmic or Kismet?
Fact or fate?

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