Lucky

17/02/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation



Don’t you know how lucky you are

With your four-leaf clover in your hand

That you found strolling through the park

On your way to listen to the band?



Don’t you know how lucky you are

With your horseshoes hung above the door

Making sure they’re the right way up

So all the luck doesn’t fall out?



Don’t you know how lucky you are

With your rabbit’s foot on a keychain

Given to you by your grandmother

After she found it in a thrift shop?



Don’t you know how lucky you are

With your wishbone from the chicken

Making sure your wish comes true

Regardless of how ridiculous it is?



Don’t you know how lucky you are

With your dreamcatcher over your bed

Catching those bad dream

And drip feeding you the good ones?



Don’t you know how lucky you are?

        Funny.

        I don’t feel lucky.

        I just feel poor and alone.

Lucky Guess

05/09/2020 -  Poem a Day Compilation



Our first date was to a fancy restaurant.

I arrived before you and took the liberty

Of ordering a drink for you

        “Espresso Martini? How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” I replied with a grin.



For our second date, I suggested a movie.

They were showing classics at the local cinema

And this week it was Labyrinth.

        “My favourite. How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” I replied with a smile.



On our third date, I bought you flowers

From a stand in the park,

Red carnations tied with a bow.

        “My birth flower. How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” I replied with a laugh.



During the fourth date, I dared propose

With a ring of gold studded with garnets,

And I wondered, out loud for all to hear,

“How did I end up with a woman like you?”

        “Just lucky, I guess,” you replied with a wink.

Superstition

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.