Misfortune comes in sets of threes,
but recently I’ve lost count of the omens
darkening these skies.
Understanding is important,
but so is justice, and memory to carry change
past the span of sympathetic anger.
All power in this world is man-made,
the bricks still sticky with greased fingerprints.
We were supposed to know better.
I’ve lost count as well of the omens. Good point at the end that we were supposed to know better. Nice set of three tercets.
Justice and memory to carry change….powerful words. I do this this time, change is within reach.
my mom use to tell me omens or signs come in 3s and I always wondered where she got that information. An old wives tale? the bible?
It’s an old superstition I believe.
I think we’ve all lost count. (K)
Lost count for sure but I hope we’ll finally know better
I like the way you used the three times three triplet structure to emphasise the opening line, Carol. Three is not only a magic number, a perfect number, but also ominous, and it’s a recurrent number in the bible. I love the metaphor of the omens darkening the skies, and the lines:
‘All power in this world is man-made,
the bricks still sticky with greased fingerprints.’
I stopped counting a while back… Brilliant poem, Carol.