The Fortune Teller

By thelostmessenger

The lady behind the glass
opens her eyes
as a quarter tings
in the machine.
She lifts her head
in an ever so animated way,
and she speaks,
but behind her animatronic voice
I feel her sadness.
She moves her hands,
fashioned from peach painted plastic,
and she tells from her
painted on smile
of a new beginning.
I find her fascinating
in all the ways she seems like me.
Speaking only when provoked,
and only what has been hardwired into her.
the saddest part of her tragic tale though,
is the smile she's been
programmed to smile
during the worst of times.
I feel her pain,
and I too,
am sick of pretending.

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© 2008 me_the_messenger
Published on Tuesday, August 5, 2008.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • carlosjackal On Sunday, May 21, 2023, carlosjackal (2778)By person wrote:

    Fantastic honest write.

  • Devilish On Friday, August 12, 2011, Devilish (2661)By person wrote:

    I feel you... Lovely... Scholar

  • Echoes of Orpheus On Tuesday, September 23, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus (361)By person wrote:

    I actually really liked the depth I derived from this, and I assume it was intentional because of your note to read this poem from your profile. Though I probably saw differently. The last lines, about pretending, were immensely strong here because of the details of a fortune teller. She knows what she's making money from is a lie, and that looking in that ball she sees nothing, always nothing. And yet tells them something anyways. She preaches a lie for a living (I don't believe, some do) and it's hurting her... as you showed it here. If I had a spare fave, I would place it here. I'm sorry to say I don't

  • Scarrzz On Tuesday, September 9, 2008, Scarrzz (238)By person wrote:

    That struck a familiar chord. Your twist at the end had a forceful impact, illustrating how everyone wants to see the plastic fake smile because it's easier for them. Perhaps it would be better to break the glass and scream. *** You might like my "Journey to Nowhere." This one reminded me of it. Scholar

  • Taunting The Reaper On Wednesday, August 6, 2008, Taunting The Reaper (178)By person wrote:

    Crushing and the most original analogy I've read in a very long time. Exquisite delivery.

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