[Day 15.] Half. Way. There. It’s all downhill from here. For today’s prompt, write a prediction poem. Make a prediction. Write about another person’s correct or incorrect prediction. Or, you know, be unpredictable. — Robert Lee Brewer, Writer’s Digest
Fortunes
[for today’s poem, I found an online fortune cookie message generator. I’m going to let it give me a few fortunes and work from those.]
Love is right around the corner.
Sometimes I feel
as if Rader is right around the corner
just out of sight
’on the other side of the veil’
that we could meet in a dream
or I could conjure him
if I just imagine hard enough.
But memories
are all I can manage.
Seek out a new environment if you’re stuck in a rut.
Change of scenery,
getaway.
Shake things up
go somewhere new.
But remember,
wherever you go,
there you are.
You’re still you.
Move quickly. Now is the time to make progress. (and/or)
Work with your destiny. Stop trying to outrun it.
Speed up!
Or slow down.
Reconsider.
Make another choice.
Don’t rush me!
Maybe now is the time to stand my ground.
There may be hazards
to forging ahead.
Don’t fence me in!
Maybe now is the time to expand my horizons.
It could be dangerous
to stay at a standstill.
There is no safe option,
no guarantee of success.
I have no way of knowing
the outcome of any path.
I deliberate.
The winds of fortune blow.