We think every cookie is full of good luck. Especially when they’re full of chocolate chips! Messages of good fortune aren’t be limited to a particular type of cookie. With every bite, the warmth of freshly baked cookies tell us everything’s gonna be alright.
Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here is part of a poem from Darlene we enjoyed:
cut the corners
of paper pouches, dry
chocolate pudding poofs! across
forearms as hand-mixer spins
’round ’round ’round
milk jug splattered brown. slop
full the thin tin pan’s graham cracker
store bought crust
New York School poet Frank O’Hara, crafted a witty, tongue-in-cheek poem based on the little paper predictions inside fortune cookies. Watch this video-reading of “Lines For the Fortune Cookies” or read along here:
I think you’re wonderful and so does everyone else.
Just as Jackie Kennedy has a baby boy, so will you–even bigger.
You will meet a tall beautiful blonde stranger, and you will not say hello.
You will take a long trip and you will be very happy, though alone.
You will marry the first person who tells you your eyes are like scrambled eggs.
In the beginning there was YOU–there will always be YOU, I guess.
You will write a great play and it will run for three performances.
Please phone The Village Voice immediately: they want to interview you.
Roger L. Stevens and Kermit Bloomgarden have their eyes on you.
Relax a little; one of your most celebrated nervous tics will be your undoing.
Your first volume of poetry will be published as soon as you finish it.
You may be a hit uptown, but downtown you’re legendary!
Your walk has a musical quality which will bring you fame and fortune.
You will eat cake.
Who do you think you are, anyway? Jo Van Fleet?
You think your life is like Pirandello, but it’s really like O’Neill.
A few dance lessons with James Waring and who knows? Maybe something will happen.
That’s not a run in your stocking, it’s a hand on your leg.
I realize you’ve lived in France, but that doesn’t mean you know EVERYTHING!
You should wear white more often–it becomes you.
The next person to speak to you will have a very intriguing proposal to make.
A lot of people in this room wish they were you.
Have you been to Mike Goldberg’s show? Al Leslie’s? Lee Krasner’s?
At times, your disinterestedness may seem insincere, to strangers.
Now that the election’s over, what are you going to do with yourself?
You are a prisoner in a croissant factory and you love it.
You eat meat. Why do you eat meat?
Beyond the horizon there is a vale of gloom.
You too could be Premier of France, if only … if only…
—by Frank O’Hara
POETRY PROMPT: Gather inspiration from Frank O’Hara and write your very own fortune cookie poem—made up of words of wisdom, pop culture references, and cheeky expressions. Bring along some cookies for support. 😉
Sometimes we feature your poems in Every Day Poems, with your permission of course. Thanks for writing with us!