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message 1: by C.P., Windrunner (new)

C.P. Cabaniss (cpcabaniss) | 658 comments You have until the 10th of September to post a poem and from the 11th to around the 16th of September, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: Fortune Teller

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Most of all have fun!

message 2: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Excellent topic, Courtney. Love it. Thanks for posting, and best of luck mod-ing :)

message 3: by C.P., Windrunner (new)

C.P. Cabaniss (cpcabaniss) | 658 comments Thanks, Ryan. I really liked this one, so hopefully I will be able to get something written for this week.

message 4: by Edward (new)

Edward Davies | 1727 comments Title : Fortune Teller
Poet : Edward Davies

The teller of your fortune
May be swathed in mystery
They might use magic crystal balls
To divine what they see

Or they could use a tarot deck
To see what lies in store
A birth, a marriage, or a death,
Or something quite obscure

The teller of your fortune
May have all the best intent
They want to make you happy
With the fortune they present

But sometimes fortune tellers
Want to undermine your day
By telling you that life just sucks
Then send you on your way

message 5: by M (new)

M | 11455 comments Queen of Wands

She said I’d meet a woman who would wear
an artist’s smock. A reticence, a grace,
would draw me to her movements and her face.
The first gray would be showing in her hair.
The disappointed longings of the past,
the leaves--fall ochered--on a nearby tree,
a sense that she had been aware of me,
would give the sidewalk scene a dreamlike cast.
Yet would I, well acquainted with the thrill
whose outcome seemed the wretched work of fate,
approach her with the ease of what could wait,
and, for her, make the writhing past be still?
It was, I gaped, a prospect that beguiled!
The fortune teller slid the cards and smiled.

message 6: by Samantha (new)

Samantha (sclough1836gmailcom) | 49 comments Fortune Teller

I like to use cards.
Tarot and poker go well in hand.
They make crisp sounds as I handle them.

A crystal ball is useless.
I’d rather have a fish tank.
At least I won’t have to strain my eyes, to see something wonderful.

To tell the future, is to change it.
People are too fickle, they want to control, yet depend on fate.

They scoff at me and roll their eyes, but they still listen to the cards.

My dear cards.
If only I could tell my own fortune,then I could be just like everyone else!

message 7: by C.P., Windrunner (new)

C.P. Cabaniss (cpcabaniss) | 658 comments With the tide

We held pinkies twined
Our smiles aligned
A trail of footprints in our wake

Happy and carefree
We didn’t see
The dark misfortunes
Roll in with the tide

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