12/06/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation
I’m not a superstitious person,
But you’d be surprised at how many
Have wormed their way into my life
Without any rhyme or reason.
I won’t open an umbrella inside
But purely for safety reasons.
I wouldn’t want to take an eye out
Or shake water all over the floor.
I don’t walk under ladders
Unless I absolutely can’t avoid it,
More out of a fear, I think,
Of something being dropped on my head.
I’ve said on more than one occasion
For people to be careful around mirrors
Or they’ll get seven years bad luck
But they’re more likely to just cut themselves.
How often has someone mentioned a disaster
And you’ve replied with the standing line,
“Knock on wood it doesn’t happen”
And you knock on your head instead?
I have a few horseshoes I’ve been given
That freak me out if they fall over.
They have to be open side up at all times
Or all the good luck will fall out.
As the craziest of crazy cat ladies
I’m not afraid of black cats in the least,
If one crosses my path I’m not scared,
I’m more likely to want to give it a pat.
I am, however, overjoyed to find
A four-leaf clover when out for a walk
Not because I think it’s good luck
But I don’t see them all that often.
I’ll also make a wish on a shooting star
Not that I’ll think it’ll come true.
It is the epitome of wishful thinking
That my wish can change the universe.
I sometimes hold my breath, even now,
When passing a cemetery, no matter how big.
But on those occasions when I didn’t,
I don’t think I inhaled a single soul.
I couldn’t even hazard a guess
At the number of coins I thrown in fountains
Casting my wish to the water gods
After appeasing them with shiny gifts.
I maybe won’t let my husband to be
Catch a glimpse of me before the wedding,
But probably because I’ll be too busy
Getting dressed, and having my hair done.
Lastly, thirteen has never been unlucky
Unless you’re a Norse god called Balder
And just to prove my unsuperstitious point,
This poem has thirteen stanzas.
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