WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators, Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople, challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem per day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉
Overall theme 'When Life Changes'.
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Day 10 | April 10th | Unforeseen
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Unforeseen
Looking for the
Unforeseen knowledge
In the stars
The palm of a hand
A deck of cards
Tea leaves
Handwriting
Dreams
Hidden messages
Explaining
Giving purpose.
Marilyn Spilchen April 2021
DAY 10- UNFORESEEN
She stepped out of the cave and walked through the forest
To a clearing.
A cold wind rushed by and she called out,
“I am the Unforeseen. You have ignored me for too long.”
The wind paused for a breath and she grew double her size.
She exhaled. “These are my children. And you are their father.
You will acknowledge them to the world.”
She turned and walked back into the forest
Leaving a trail in her wake,
Too small to be seen, too big to be fathomed.
Alarmed, the wind tried to flee but was held back by
The heat of its’ own breath, now heavy and polluted
With the burden she once bore.
Embarrassed, the…
April 10th – Unforeseen
A snowy white spring day
Should be of no surprise
It is not unheard, they say
Witnessed with our own eyes
Even though unforeseen
It’s not entirely unexpected
But that’s as it is with weather
Often unpredicted
The Spanish Flu of 1918
Deadliest in history then –
Unforeseen? Perhaps, unanticipated
But here we are in a pandemic again.
What lessons have we learned?
The seasons are becoming blurred
Human nature is to forget
Cataclysmic is the word.
History repeats itself
Death knocking on our door
Because we are too ‘me’ focused
It would not surprise me if civil war.
© Linda J. Pedley April 2021
Unforeseen
Fortune told,
“Be aware the unforeseen.”
Blood runs cold,
“What does that mean?”
“Love and riches await,
But forces unknown
Could stop them at the gate.
Do not fret; do not groan…”
“How can I protect against the unforeseen?
Opportunities I might miss.
What if knowing is what prevents what might have been?
What if the unforeseen… was this?”