This poem was inspired by a writing exercise done today.
Dice
For once I want to be still
not an object
that makes others feel thrilled
or give them a chill
when the unexpected
turns up
I am not a game
nor fate's toy
Enough
These speckled scratches
Do not define me!
Dice
For once I want to be still
not an object
that makes others feel thrilled
or give them a chill
when the unexpected
turns up
I am not a game
nor fate's toy
Enough
These speckled scratches
Do not define me!
© BJG Feb 2014
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