NaPoWriMo Day 7: Fortuitous Poetry

Luck Turns

While the carousel plays
I plant my feet on wooden planks
And stare out blankly from the pier.

Technically it can’t be true.
Inhabiting the confines of my pocket
Is a solitary Lincoln red cent.

So I’m not broke – there’s hope.
I’m not penniless – I have one.
All is not lost – I’m mostly sane.

Where did it all go, and so quickly?
Perhaps a portal in my wallet spawned,
Whisking greenbacks to join the lost socks.

Holding my chin up and head high
At times like this is not so easy.
And that’s where my luck finally turns.

Old George’s face greets me from below.
I pick him up and smile,
And then I turn around for more.


Today I followed the prompt’s advise word for word.  I had my doubts but was rather surprised when a poem materialized from nothing.  It was really kind of neat to watch it come alive as I had no idea what it would be when I started.  So this really was a fortuitous poem from the fact that it exists at all!

Finally, our prompt for the day (optional as always) comes to us from Elizabeth Boquet of Oaks to Acorns. In keeping with the fact that it’s the seventh day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo, Elizabeth and I challenge you to write a poem about luck and fortuitousness. For inspiration, take a look at Charles Simic’s “The Betrothal” and Stephen Dunn’s “The Arm”. Need something more? Perhaps these instructions from Elizabeth will get you going!

Create the following lists:

1. List 1 – 3 random objects. (Smaller tends to be better.)
2. List 1 – 3 random but specific locations. (Think in the cookie jar, or under my seat…)
3. List 1 – 2 objects you’ve lost and a few notes on their back-story.
4. List 1- 2 objects you’ve found and few notes on their back-story.

Now, choosing an object from List 1, a location from List 2, and connect them in a poem with ideas from Lists 3 & 4 and Voilà! A fortuitous poem! As an example of a finished “fortuitous” poem, here is Elizabeth’s own “State of Grace”.

Day 7 Challenge

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About ewdupler

Gene is an avid outdoorsman, loves reading and is known to put pen to paper (well, he types) as an amateur poet.
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