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Sunday, November 11, 2007

Palm Reader's Welcome


A calling card bids me enter
turbaned lady offers answers
for coins and bills she reads my lines,
tells me who I am.
But, I say, my lines have changed
So lay another dollar here,
I’ll tell you what it means.
They’ll change again, I say.
Too late, I’ll be gone by then.







Fractal created in Fractal Explorer

4 comments:

Vanessa said...

my lines have changed many times too.

thanks for visiting my blog today!

Vx

Jane Poe (aka Deborah) said...

The changing lines of time - wonderful poem. Love the fractal too! Peace, JP/deb

UL said...

That was lovely, "change" is inevitable is it not? I just tagged you, hope you wont mind, no pressure to play. Thanks.

Glad said...

Beautiful combo of fractal and words.

Hey, I've got a new blog up for other than Haiku writing:

www.sillykumquat.blogspot.com

I've also started a new writing prompt called Phoetry Prompt Thursday. Please come check it out and play!