Over NaPoWriMo.net, the prompt today calls for a love poem. However, it is of the love directed towards inanimate objects. My mind is immediately assaulted by all these objects screaming “pick me! pick me!”
Inked Luck
By: Meena Rose
A cool textured barrel
Soothes frayed nerves
As fingers work it over;
The professional’s rosary.
Unflappable, always there
Ever present, continuous flow
The best of impressions;
Fountain of luck.
A sweet sixteen gift that
Traveled the world, helped
Ensure a young woman’s dreams;
Lending confidence where was none.
Separated by a twist of fate,
She yearns still for the magic;
Her scepter of power;
Her fountain of luck.
Poet’s Note: I was gifted a Pierre Cardin fountain pen during my Sweet Sixteen. I would ultimately lose this lucky pen of mine. Yes, my luck has been on shaky ground ever since.
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