Luck
Luck is a tricky thing. It can reverse like the flip of a coin. It’s no surprise that people attempt to control it, to wield it through imbuing it into objects. Lucky charms hanging on a chain to kiss, or pocketed to squeeze and rub give one a sense of control when the world throws the unexpected and unwanted.
For today’s images I grabbed a handful of pennies and a macro lens, went outside and tried my luck.
The Prompts
NaPoWriMo
Today’s prompt is to write a poem of the opening scene from the movie of your life.
Poem A Day
Today’s prompt is to write a scary poem.
The Poem
Suspending Belief
Bare feet cross the grass
and walk the planks
waves lap at the rocks
seagulls scream the air
the splash announces
lucks return, cool
and invigorating
grace of home
The lens sweeps
upon the mountain
pans out expecting
my head to crack
the still surface
after the rings
have rippled
and resolved
searching breath
but I pull on
and on into
the darkness
lungs beginning to beg
and ache with need
the camera cannot see
A swallow becomes
the star of the show
diving and skimming
back and forth
so careless
worry is forgotten
until a lucky break
in the clouds
releases bright rays
shining the path
to the surface
which I follow
breaching like a humpback
creating a rainbow
with sprays of water
from my hair
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I love this! I just came across your blog as part of my WP course. My exercise or homework is to explore my Reader Feed and follow some new sites. You quickly caught my attention with one!
I have a special love with pennies… My daughter when she was little and still sweet… not the teenage monster she is today… just kidding…. kind of… Whenever she would find a penny on the ground should loudly announce “Oh look, it’s a lucky day!” She truly believed and still believes that all pennies are “lucky days”.
When my grandfather passed away just a year ago, it was crazy the amount of “lucky days” we were finding everywhere. I would pick one penny up and turnaround and another one would replace it. We filled jars up. It wasn’t until about a month or two later I mention it to my aunt, and she told my it was pennies from heaven. My Grandpa letting us know he was with us and doing okay.
I know your poem is different than my little stories but anything dealing with pennies triggers my emotions. I would love to share your blog and this poem with my class community if you’re okay it. I so enjoyed this.
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I’m so glad you found my site. Of course you can share it with your class. Thank you for asking. And thank you for sharing your pennies story.
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The close-up images seem to add an intensity to the setting. It works really well with the poem!
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Thank you.
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Wow – “lungs beginning to beg.” Very intense indeed! My heart is beating faster, and you have me musing about luck and unlucky. Love your photos as well. Glad I stopped by.
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Thank you so much.
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