Saturday, October 04, 2008

luck runs

luck runs with you or against
it follows in life’s clatter
how you take it or leave it
really doesn’t matter

at times you seem to hear it
or it comes silent on the wind
when good arrives we’re happy
the other we’d rescind

since good and bad both happen
try not to let it matter,
for it often turns to good, you see
or perhaps the latter

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

A poem on the reality of life. I like it.

I can't help wanting to add a 'just' to the last line. perhaps it helps the scan a little more?

"...or perhaps 'just' the latter"

I have a weekly poetry prompt on my website if you're interested in joining. :)

Anonymous said...

Cosi la felicità ci merita ? ma forse questo quà è più difficile da viverci che da leggerci.

jack sender said...

Aria,
Non posso leggere la tua Italiana.
I can not read your Italian.
Je ne peux pas lire votre Italien.

jack sender said...

pen me a poem,
Thank you for the comment
Although I prepare these ahead
sometimes i rush and there remains room for refinement
on this one, i agree, you caught me

i was torn in an Emily Dickenson twist in that last paragraph
and did something i rarely do and asked my wife for last line aid she gave me the word "perhaps" and i jumped on it. yes the scan needs help.
now, Diamonds in her Hair, below, is all scan.

i will see your sight
and learn what "prompts" are
i have been curious about them.

my friends ask about my painting,
check that site, and between art, reading, writing, the piano my days are full. I am glad my wife feeds me. do you believe i am working on two books - a novel and non-fiction. it's five o'clock in the morning and i am typing in the dark.

i can take a freighter back to europe in eighteen hours with my friend the Captain, have made the trip three times already, but everything is a rush. i'm in a show now with my etchings - oh, what to do?