12/9/2018
Blow a dandelion
Scattered wishes
Weedkiller breathes death upon their hopes
Wish upon
A shooting star
Destroyed debris grants nothing
Pennies in wells
Change for a wish
Leftover change in an empty case
Rabbits foot
On a chain
Hopping stops a hoping dream
Four leaf clover
Picking flowers
Wishing on the dead weeds kills
Wishbone breaking
A wish come true
One is left with a broken heart
Birthday candles
Blow, make a wish now
Burning reflections in teary eyes
A hopeless sky
Ignorant innocence
Children’s wishes turn to dust
A hopeful fairytale
Told stories of love
A broken heart reveals the truth
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 12:08 PM UTC
12/9/2018
Blow a dandelion
Scattered wishes
Weedkiller breathes death upon their hopes
Wish upon
A shooting star
Destroyed debris grants nothing
Pennies in wells
Change for a wish
Leftover change in an empty case
Rabbits foot
On a chain
Hopping stops a hoping dream
Four leaf clover
Picking flowers
Wishing on the dead weeds kills
Wishbone breaking
A wish come true
One is left with a broken heart
Birthday candles
Blow, make a wish now
Burning reflections in teary eyes
A hopeless sky
Ignorant innocence
Children’s wishes turn to dust
A hopeful fairytale
Told stories of love
A broken heart reveals the truth
I was sitting in the car while my dad was driving and we were just talking. He said that, the previous night, he had seen a shooting star, but didn't both wishing on it because that would be "ridiculously ignorant". I, being a poet, launched into a cliche explanation that a shooting star isn't just a wish, or a dream, it's a hopeful type of ignorance. To this, he responded, "It's just space trash". I decided to write a depressing poem from this, just as I do with most things in my life. I hope that this poem captures the lost ignorance and innocence of a wishing well, a shooting star, a rabbits foot, a clover, and dandelion, and all of the other wishing spells we cast when we are children.
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