Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Tarot

I laid out the cards
in a familiar spread
Holding my breath
To see what they said.

Worn at the edges
From overuse
Am I reading them properly?
What can I deduce?

If I’m being honest
About what I see.
The message I hope for
Is not meant to be.

Relationships that break,
Seldom mend
I must face facts.
We have to end.

This hope must die between
midnight and noon.
Get on with my life,
Leave the mess I’ve strewn.

I won’t sit back now,
I will not wait.
Trust in the Tarot but
Pave your own fate.

By Sarah ©️2020

Tarot

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 15 February 2020; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt “Tarot Reading”

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Telling Tales

The cards told me tales
of a future unwanted.
Was this just nonsense?
Uncertainty gripped at me.
Was I now a believer?

By Sarah ©2018

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Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Poetry Challenge, Week 86 – Tales and Believers