Monday, December 30, 2013

The Fortune Teller

Synchronize your fingers
to catch the tint and tincture
of my answers.

Tip your fortune teller.

It's integral to a reading
to softly map the miles
'tween blast and chance.

Think a thousand futures;
I'll haunt your hollow wrist
and hawk your pupils.

Tip your fortune teller.

Led by pulse and dilation,
I'll see the dreams you see
into your hands.

The Sunday Whirl words for Open Link Monday at Real Toads

20 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

I guess tipping your fortune teller insures a favourable reading, but I don't need anyone to tell me that your writing is going to take you places real soon.

Poet to poet, I love your use of the word 'hawk' as a verb - it really makes that whole stanza stand out for me.

Vandana Sharma said...

A nice way to know what lies ahead!

Jae Rose said...

That hollow wrist is haunting..there may be charlatans out there but sometimes it's what we need to find our own futures..

grapeling said...

for some reason the movie "Big" comes to mind with the Coney Island magic fortune teller. I know it has nothing to do with your pen. Still, you have evoked something, and who knows what happens when the door opens? ~

humbird said...

'Think a thousand futures' ~ love the opportunities.

Robert Bourne said...

loved this... all great lines and I also liked the use of "hawk" great job Mama Zen....

oldegg said...

Clearly fate is within our own hands and the size of the tip. We always hope others see more in us that we see ourselves. What an intriguing poem Mama Zen.

hedgewitch said...

The miles between blast and chance make for a long (but exciting) trip. And of course, the gypsy's palm must always be crossed with silver. Love the last line.

Susan said...

I will tip huge to have a map to my desired outcome in my hands. Heck, I will pretend the future the fortune teller sees is the one I pulsed when haunted and hawked! Very very clever and fun.

Laura said...

softly map the miles
'tween blast and chance.

and here we are on the edge of a new year… right in the "'tween"

Fireblossom said...

I love that the hands are the last place the fortune arrives at. Cold reading, cool poem.

Kay L. Davies said...

I wonder how many people tip the fortune teller when her "news" isn't good.
A great Mama Zen poem for the last Monday of the year.
K

TALON said...

This makes me want to go and see a fortune teller, Mama Zen. Tis the season when you start wondering what the future holds. :)

Margaret said...

I have to agree with Kerry - you are an amazing poet and I enjoy every post I read from you. A word list… never ever would have guessed. Perfect timing, perfect poem. Happy New Year.

blueoran said...

At the oracle of Delphi there was a professional class of interpreters who turned the Sibyl's ravings into meaningful answers for the supplicants. There is the same collusion here, the Teller telling the paying rube what she wants to know by saying the sooth is between what's between this moment and the truth we may one day accept. Hakwing the pupils, yes.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Fortune tellers should be able to make a good living picking lottery numbers; use your money to buy a bunch of flowers. :-)

Lorraine said...

I can read so much into this!!!

Kim Nelson said...

Led by pulse and dilation... oh how clever the writing (and the fortune teller, too.)
I have missed your talent, Mama Zen. Happy to be back on the circuit!
Blessings in 2014.

http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/12/30/be/

manicddaily said...

Very lively--almost snakelike. k.

Robyn Greenhouse said...

Happy to tip the fortune teller if it means I'll get a good reading! Once a fortune teller gave me a bad reading and I hadn't even volunteered my palm she just took it! Twenty some years later and I still remember like it was yesterday!