We seek it here
We seek it there
We week our fortunes

Some ask the gods
Some ask the people
Some follow the path
Unto the steeple

Mine’s not a car
Mine’s not a boat
Mine can’t even be worn
Like a favourite coat

My fortune can listen
My fortune can see
My life’s revealed
That fortune is me

Entry for The Daily Post Daily Prompt Fortune


Oh give her the elixir
It will surely fix her

From potions and pills
She’s gets her thrills

Life’s relational game
Is too much pain

Surreal and abstract
She puts on an act

People who care
Are no longer there

Only her plastic top friend
Stays to the end

Entry for The Daily Post Daily Prompt Elixir