Solitaire
Ah, this game we play alone
One deck this round,
Only one.
We shuffle and the cards turn.
We never know what to expect.
Except sometimes, perhaps, just a peek
At the next card down in the pile.
We stack cards in their neat rows,
Sometimes trapping something valuable
Beneath our seeming orderly suits,
Losing,
Unexpectedly
Because we didn’t know what we had.
In this game,
We all make moves
That we can never
Undo.
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April 11, 2013 at 9:15 pm
slpmartin
Seems almost like aspects of life reflected in the cards….enjoyed the poem.
April 11, 2013 at 9:25 pm
crazygoangirl
Took me straight back to the days I was addicted to this game online!! I still find it soothing 🙂 Love the analogy…Life is the ultimate game eh?!
April 12, 2013 at 7:43 am
Seasweetie
It helps me fall asleep sometimes, craz.