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Round 3 Veronica vs. Vance "Lucky Well"
Veronica- There’s a few people on the front row scribbling on paper. I can’t imagine what they’re writing, but one looks like a reporter. The others look like they got the flyer. They left their suits at home. I’m down to two more entries. I still have my diary in hand, but for this one, I’m taking my eye off the page. I’m setting them right on him. There’s no need to read what you know. And the fact remains, there’s another woman he loves, and she lives under his pillow.
Lucky Well
Lucky Well
Lately I feel like a lucky well.
It’s my take on it,
But there are looks that tell me,
What the PM is thinking.
There’s a look that says..
Well… You’re lucky.
And right at the end of that,
It sticks it to ya with…
And don’t forget it.
But grace is no luck,
And eighteen years is not a duck.
I sat there...
I counted every sip of coffee,
And had to learn to tango on the spot.
That’s how the Shepherd comes…
With your spot in hand,
And demanding you get in it.
So where’s the luck,
I said yes,
Long before the bottom fell in.
I said yes to a dance in the dark,
I said yes when it was empty,
And wondering.
I put my shoes on when the Shepherd was still mixing the concrete,
When gray was the only color I could see,
And when the leather was stretched too thin.
It was stretched so thin...
In the end it only looked like crushed linen.
I kept the car running while happenstance went to get the roses,
And when it got lost,
And it looked like life would shut off,
I still kept my dress on.
I said yes…
And still wake up saying yes,
I took the stairs saying yes,
I kept my story straight saying yes,
I watched the bars open and close,
And still said yes.
Now someone got it in their mind that I’m lucky,
And they’re out to roll back the luck…
But a penny just hit the bottom,
And someone agrees,
That I’m a lucky well.
Vance-Three of my five sheets have already spilled onto the floor. I'm done with them. The last two are absorbing the sweat. Not too many people ever do anything that makes their hands sweat. I'm sure I look cool on the outside. I sort of went over my look in the mirror. Anyway, the crowd really enjoyed my "PM" and I think it may be equally as memorable. I've got my grip pretty tight on this sheet and my thumb has creased it. It's just an observation. I don't really know of any particular reason why I'm holding on so tight, but maybe you can tell me.
Lucky Well
Never reject a drop of faith,
The only lucky wells,
Are the ones,
That have had the rug pulled out from under them.
Never reject a drop of faith,
There's no soul,
That's doing that well.
Never reject a drop of faith,
Even if it just rained,
And you're filled to the brim.
Never reject a drop of faith,
Whether it's rusty like copper,
And you're polished like silver.
The only lucky wells,
Are the ones,
That have had the rug pulled out from under them.
And when the rug is gone,
All the faith is waiting at the bottom.
Vance-Three of my five sheets have already spilled onto the floor. I'm done with them. The last two are absorbing the sweat. Not too many people ever do anything that makes their hands sweat. I'm sure I look cool on the outside. I sort of went over my look in the mirror. Anyway, the crowd really enjoyed my "PM" and I think it may be equally as memorable. I've got my grip pretty tight on this sheet and my thumb has creased it. It's just an observation. I don't really know of any particular reason why I'm holding on so tight, but maybe you can tell me.
Lucky Well
Never reject a drop of faith,
The only lucky wells,
Are the ones,
That have had the rug pulled out from under them.
Never reject a drop of faith,
There's no soul,
That's doing that well.
Never reject a drop of faith,
Even if it just rained,
And you're filled to the brim.
Never reject a drop of faith,
Whether it's rusty like copper,
And you're polished like silver.
The only lucky wells,
Are the ones,
That have had the rug pulled out from under them.
And when the rug is gone,
All the faith is waiting at the bottom.
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All Poems written by NaTisha Renee Williams
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VCR Diaries, Copyright 2018 by Natisha R. Williams, All Rights reserved.
VCR Diaries 2 "No Estrogen", Copyright 2019 by Natisha R. Williams, All Rights Reserved.
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