Poem: Serendipity – 21/04/20
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
Serendipity flows like loose ivy along the plains, like a parched river it snakes here and there, selectively it makes its journey, though from discrimination it refrains. Like the green vine it emulates, it has the power to choose those and that which it comes in contact with, poison ivy, malignancy or benign, it has the potential to crush, divide. I watch its path as it winds along the way so right, righteous is the mood, Serendipity is here for all of us, I wonder to myself if I could somehow catch her or whether, in fact, she’s better left untamed, is this what she wants? Should her freedom be saved? For she is fortuitous, she always means well, for those she comes before she most certainly knows how to lay down their path, pull the cards – so to speak – share the details, the ivy…
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