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MiSkriBa 2024 - 14 / 04 - Luck

 Rag #MiSkriBa 14, res yw skrifa bardhonek a dheg linen po moy a dhalleth gen an keth ger. Awen an darn ma yw an levow bian a er y'm penn ha my owth assaya bos person gwir...

For #NaPoWriMo 14, we have been asked to write a poem of ten or more lines beginning with the same word. The inspiration for this poem are the little voices that babble in my head as I'm trying to be a real human...

Luck
Mar kalsen vy, yth evsen vy ow 'nafas yr heb y ankevi'n yeyn ha'y drefya dhe'n new.
Mar kalsen vy, y fynnsen gorra'n golgh yn-mes kyns an glaw dhe dhos ha dampnya'n hav.
Mar kalsen vy, y hworfennsen oll a'n ober chi dhe hebaskhe ow brys a bub preder.
Mar kalsen vy, y kavsen hansel yagh dhe nerthe ow horf gen dader bara glas koth.
Mar kalsen vy, y hylsen ponya pub dydh dhe-ves a dhelitys bewnans ha mos ha bos Adnois gay.
Mar halsen vy, yth omglowsen yn ta despit dhe'n reden klappya a grav orth ow dewlin.
Mar kalsen vy, y kowssen yn tiskwith dhe stoppya ow thavos plomm a vratha ow dens yn meth.
Mar kalsen vy, y kos'sen der an nos ha hunrosa'n hweg yn le hulevow toknys parkya.
Mar kalsen vy, y farwsen pub torn wosa fyllel a fetha kudynnow ow ollvys, yn ankombrus.
Mar kalsen vy, y tiswrussen ow dinythyans dhe sawya'n bys a'n bardhonek ma, ha bos luck.

Enough
If I could, I would drink my fresh cuppa without coldly forgetting it and spitting it into the sink.
If I could, I would put the washing out before the rain comes and damns the summer.
If I could, I would finish the housework to calm my mind of every worry.
If I could, I would have a healthy breakfast to fuel my body with the goodness of old blue bread.
If I could, I would go running every day away from the pleasures of life and become a gay Adonis.
If I could, I would feel well despite the chattering bracken clawing at my knees.
If I could, I would tirelessly speak to stop my lead tongue from biting my teeth in shame.
If I could, I would sleep through the night and dream sweet dreams instead of parking ticket nightmares.
If I could, I would die every time I failed to defeat my universe's problems, embarrassingly.
If I could, I would undo my birth to save the world from this poem, and be enough.
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