I opened my palms smooth
To a palm reader on a foggy day
Who took lines in my palm
And cast a rough lenient spell on me
Why did I open my palms
To a gypsy palm reader in a tent
On a day that held
My birth right of passage
On a day open doors laid bare
Lack of closure to the spirit world
I opened my palms wide
To a palm reader, who cast a spell on me
But then she missed a line, my struggle strive
Faint but relevant, she missed my abundance line
Very well penned, Kodjo. Enjoyed your masterful use of the words. I am sure the reading would have been MUCH different had the gypsy palm reader seen that 'line of abundance.'
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Kodjo, I like this very much! Especially that the fortune teller missed the line of abundance!
ReplyDeleteWell done Poet.
ReplyDeleteI've always wanted to do this, for fun but I think it could be disturbing if one got news they didn't want or a line was missed...great write!
ReplyDeleteExcellent! And I am glad you escaped the spell! Beware those palm readers. LOL
ReplyDeletemissing the struggle line makes he a very bad fortune teller,
ReplyDeleteGreat piece.
...I opened my palms wide
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I like this poem alot! Do you know Ben Okri? Read him?
This one makes me think how much of life lies in the palms of our hands.
Very nice.
Not sure I got this, but you certainly know how to use words :o)
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