Luck

Jared P on Jan 11, 2009

A poetic musing on the magical force we call luck.

(Photo courtesy of PD Photo)

Always changing, never staying
Always baffling, never obeying

Running out, when you need it most
Reappearing, when you least expect it
It can’t be lured by four leaf clovers
Nor frightened away by black cats

It can only be appreciated on arrival
And mournfully remembered upon its passing

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Denise Kawaii on Jan 11, 2009
Luck is indeed a fickel beast. Nice poem.
pablina on Jan 11, 2009
nice, short and to the point
William L Domme on Jan 12, 2009
It presents the thing that cannot be guided, coaxed, or coerced as a living thing; not human, so I can’t say Personified, but something with a life force. Makes me think about it in a different way now. Good deal.
Robbie H on Jan 12, 2009
Also, when our luck is good we love it. When our luck is bad we curse it. Great job.
goodselfme on Jan 13, 2009
At times I can recall luck being very unusual. I never thought of it as a topic to write about. Good idea. Well put with your choice of words.
Alexa Anderson on Jan 13, 2009
Nice little poem.
Phoenixritu on Jan 31, 2009
Nice poem, short sweet and makes you think. I look forward to more from you

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