[Lubesh]

Every little omen
Each step and muddied crack
Avoiding them carefully
Will it bring you back?
If I abuse this ladder
Like I have myself
Doesn’t mean less fortune and
Life’s little riches of all wealth
By hugging the contours and clinging to the walls
Doesn’t mean more bad luck, emotional falls
It could mean I have dodged death by that random, stray car
Regardless it all means nothing, but still means
You not here and will always be far

Black cats may come to me and nudge and cajole
And weave with and their tales
But won’t convince me on the whole
That death, time, and wails
Can be avoided as emptiness frails
I watch the cows gather, I am forewarned
By superstitious tale
I look to the sky, yes they are right, here is the rain
I feel my face, and the truth is
The wetness isn’t all rain
As luck would have it
I am crying
...again

[Venomous Vixen]

I think I have figured it out, you missy bottled all of the good stuff up, the deep and raw stuff, and once you let one go, well when it rains it pours. Another heartwrenching one... jesus. For anyone who has loved someone and lost them this rings true... I like the tone, almost like a tempt to fate, "watch me pet this black cat while standing under a ladder in the pouring rain, oh and I broke a mirror yesterday". What hit me most about this was the sense of almost just not caring anymore, it seems what you have cared for is gone and now you don't care if you come or go, no matter how many times you tempt it, you still live on, crying and alone. Just wonderful, now stoppit, I mean it!

[Lubesh]

yes spot on allof it. Only having a go at 'fate' or jibe doesnt work or ill in the schme of things so ...I only can now, as u say time..isnt a betrayal of sorts.and is also anecessary so i lean more to those that have to write even expose(normally it's a file job lol)...next step i suppsoe but a good one..we hope.

[RENA HANDS]

Brava! That’s it. Well…I love the many illustrations of still a conflicted heart. (Devilish Smile)

[Lubesh]

Thanks rena.

[Nupur]

It's beautiful Lu. The entire piece flowed really well, and the rhyming did not look forced at all; it added to the charm. Terribly heartwrenching.

[Lubesh]

Thanks sweetheart.