Bad things most often come in threes, they say
but who counted the deaths, the losses up
to set that number? A tribute to fate
or the fates, perhaps; but what of the one
whose wife, kids, cat, and dog move out of state?
does that count as one or four? Either sum
is brutal and accumulates losing–
a tally of tears too fresh for counting.
Dark, tongue-in-cheek Ottavia for 4/8, and the eighth day of NaPoWriMo.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
hey-hey, that’s set the bar high … haven’t done mine yet, but will do, later, Susan, later … x
😉 thanks, Polly. This form cries out for humor (dark or otherwise), I think.
or maybe the three muses…
Could be, though they expanded those to 9.
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Susan, I like this dark/funny poem. You weave complex emotions and real life into your work. Alice
Thanks, Alice. It was fun, in a really morbid sort of way. Glad you liked!
I like a full palette of color in life and in writing. I liked.
I do enjoy your tongue and cheek moods
Thanks, Audra. Not as much as I like McCrankypants 😉
laughing.. well when you chug the cough syrup you are alot of fun too
Hee, hee. Yes, was that delirium or a Nyquil bender? Either way, was fun!
Ugh, the dreaded comes in threes.
Yes–I have never understood where that comes from.
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