The world don’t owe you nothing

The world don’t owe you nothing

so like a bird without a dream

scrape the sky and birth the day.

The day don’t owe you nothing

with knuckles raw, grind infinity

spark the minutes, free your soul.

Your soul don’t owe you nothing

circle fist around beating heart

Sing your syncopated pulse a melody.

The melody don’t owe you nothing

play the rhythm upon your knees

breathe the bass line upon the breeze.

The breeze don’t owe you nothing

work white hot the bellows hard

melt an iron ingot into sword.

The sword don’t owe you nothing

cut the sunshine into seven

baptize thee with the light of heaven.

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Thirteen:  “Today, in honor of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” Sometimes, good fortune can seem impossibly distant, but even if you can’t drum up the enthusiasm to write yourself a riotous pep-talk, perhaps you can muse on the possibility of good things coming down the track. As they say, “the sun will come up tomorrow,” and if nothing else, this world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise.”

30 Poems in 30 Days

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