Ask your question, give the sphere a shake,
The future swirling in a murky swirl;
“Reply hazy, try again”—for wisdom’s sake.
Inside that globe where drifting answers wake,
A tiny oracle begins to whirl;
Ask your question, give the sphere a shake.
Fate feels lighter when there’s chance at stake—
A toy’s pronouncement dressed as cosmic pearl;
“Reply hazy, try again”—for wisdom’s sake.
Some seek truth; others just want a break,
A wink from destiny, a tilt, a twirl;
Ask your question, give the sphere a shake.
Though mystery may bend, but never break,
Its twelve-faced prophecy will still unfurl:
“Reply hazy, try again”—for wisdom’s sake.
Lean close, dream-seeker—what path will you take?
The ball awaits, blue window set to swirl.
Ask your question, give the sphere a shake;
“Reply hazy, try again”—for wisdom’s sake.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the Magic 8 Ball toy.
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I remember as a child having one and it seemed that the answers were never what I wanted and so just like life itself the questions were asked with trepidation and disbelief. Nicely done
One more toy I was never given and know nothing about.(sob). Sounds as if it kept you engaged for a while though..
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