(but thanks to the ConArtists, they’re on their way home. This is the twenty minute exercise from today.)
Heads
I predict nothing.
I know that any prediction I may propose will be
gazumped by the she-devil snigger of Lady Luck.
I’ll put one foot forward, head held high, a determined stride,
Decided by long thought pros and cons, my self-deceit of self-control.
There’s that ringing in my ear, that delicate thought from him to me,
My mind in his, his heart in mine, one thought meeting in unworldly synchronicity –
An imagined kiss that flutters alive a childlike wish
that magic is not smothered by my grown-up sense of the ridiculous.
I predict that my life will dip and roll from irony to fate,
A coin flipped by sweet Kismet’s slight of hand,
Fortune delivered before it hits the ground –
Heads or tails tricked by the spin, defying mortal plans.
I predict it all.
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If anyone would like to join us at the next ConArtists meet then please comment or email me. It’s a wonderful, lively group, with occasional cookies!
That is brilliant. Spinning in the air, escapes time, slight of hand,
Thanks Paul, I wondered whether it should be sleight of hand but I wanted to get the image of delicacy rather than purpose. Hmmm, still not sure. But I like it.
I love this for a few reasons Kiersty, but mostly because it seems to have been written for me (or at me!). Yes I know that is completely egotistical, but that’s ok with me. 😉
I like this very much indeed!! I can see so much of myself through your words. I’ve felt both sides of the spinning coin – sometimes falling away from me, sometimes falling in my favour… your words swirl in wonderful random patterns…