A poem a day for the month of April, National Poetry Writing Month |
| I Choose my Own Fate I used to hear, What is your sign?, all of the time. Planning your day by the moon and the stars is fine if you believe. I won't wait for stars to align, I prefer the view displayed in sparkle and shine. Never took much stock in Astrological signs, painted cards predicting my fate repel my mind. I've only seen sinister Tarot on TV. OMG a hanging man is the card I see, the scary death card foretelling a killing spree. I'm sure there is more, I just know it's not for me Never took much stock in Astrological signs painted cards predicting my fate repel my mind. I'm told I'm an Aries, I don't buy into it. I can play into some strengths assigned then I split, I can not ignore that others simply don't fit, and playing cards won't decide my fate, not a bit. Never took much stock in Astrological signs painted cards predicting my fate repel my mind. ~~Judi Van Gorder Prompt: "April 26 Poem--Tarot card or astrological sign" Verse Form: "Form of the week: Pendrangle" |