For today’s prompt, pick a direction on the compass, make it the title of your poem, and write that poem. North, South, West, and East are easy directions. Then, there’s Southwest, Northeast, and so on. Then, there are the directions that are completely invented.
BLIND FATE
by John Yeo
Blind fate spins the arrow on the compass,
The needle spins and twists and turns
We head in the direction of the result.
South West across a burning desert,
Sand as far as the eye can see.
We have money to buy our direction
The North star is in position.
We continue to follow the blind fate compass
Until we reach a rough salty sea.
South West is over an ocean of dreams.
We fearlessly follow the fateful compass
Searching for the answers to life
South West on a blind fate compass.
The North star is in position.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved
by John Yeo
Blind fate spins the arrow on the compass,
The needle spins and twists and turns
We head in the direction of the result.
South West across a burning desert,
Sand as far as the eye can see.
We have money to buy our direction
The North star is in position.
We continue to follow the blind fate compass
Until we reach a rough salty sea.
South West is over an ocean of dreams.
We fearlessly follow the fateful compass
Searching for the answers to life
South West on a blind fate compass.
The North star is in position.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved
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