Tuesday, October 01, 2013

Spin That Wheel of Fortune (For Sarah)

Spin that
wheel of fortune,
listen to its clatter,
dance to its tune.

There is more
that you don’t know
than you do.

If you’re dropped
onto the stage
in the middle of an opera
and you don’t know the part,
sing anyways!

The surface of the placid
autumn lake
rarely stays smooth,
and neither should
your brain.

What we want is always
on a collision course with
what we need,

so,
take the stray fibers
of your memories
and weave wisdom
and understanding.

[Posted for my daughter, who is doing a writing challenge with me, also for #OpenLinkNight at www.dversepoets.com, where poets and poetry finally get a little respect!]

14 comments:

  1. nice...i like the sing anyways....hey you make the most of what you have been given and inject some joy into it...and the weaving sidom from your memories....kernels of wisdom in this...

    so how was the birthday bruddaH?

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    1. Thanks, brudda, birthday was great - turning 50 wasn't bad at all.

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  2. how cool is that that your daughter is doing a writing challenge with you...nice...
    If you’re dropped
    onto the stage
    in the middle of an opera
    and you don’t know the part,
    sing anyways!.... i do love that part esp. - so much truth in it... yeah....we sing anyway and try to do as best as we can..

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    1. Yes, that's generally how I do this life - thanks!

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  3. A good read Buddah. >KB

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  4. Happy belated birthday! Cool that you wrote this with your daughter :) great ending.

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  5. 'If you can't sing good, sing loud!' and embrace everything that life throws at you. Love where this poem brought me. Well penned.

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  6. "If you’re dropped
    onto the stage
    in the middle of an opera
    and you don’t know the part,
    sing anyways!"

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    I love this...pretty much sing away to the words we feel deeply about.
    You've crafted a poem like no other my friend...:)

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  7. fine write, Mosk ~ M

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  8. Those stray threads of memory can lead back to so many strange and interesting places. An interesting and perceptive poem. Nice job.

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  9. "sing anyways!" I pity the ones who have to listen to me but it is either that or be silent - nope.

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