black, red, black, black, red, red, black, red, red, red, black.
the cards shuffle, toppling over each other.
just as we did.
I toppled over your love and your patience,
while you sat back and watched me exist.
the cards are dealt, face down.
my face is down while yours is up,
ready for the next play.
we look at our hands,
the hands that we used to touch, to feel, to forgive.
we try on our best poker faces,
and yours turns out to be as cold as snow in the dead of winter.
colder than the words you threw like snowballs.
we pass cards,
the way we passed love notes in halls.
we look at what we’ve got,
which had been beautiful and hidden, the way you liked it.
we throw cards into the middle,
the middle had been our playing ground,
where we could mingle and mangle into each other.
where we interconnected our lives.
you show us what you have,
and I used to think that it was everything I ever
wanted, needed, and loved.
but as you win, I realize I have lost.
the cards are shuffled again,
black, red, black, black, red, red, black, red, red, red, black.
but I am out of the game.
Author notes
Definitely inspired by card love.
A contest entry
- lost love by th3sl4y3r.
525 points, ended April 22, 2007, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is very original I must say... I like the begining of the poem, although at first I was a bit thrown by it.. I like the metaphore of poker, of hiding feelings, putting on a face, making you believe that things where one way when infact they where going in a completly different direction.. the flow is good, suits the theme of card playing.. the imagery is great, the poem is very well worded and great to read, well done!!
thank you for entering my contest and good luck
peace and light always -
"where we could mingle and mangle into each other."
very card like.
very human like.
very well written.
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BRAVO!
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Wow
I love it!!! So much imagery and metaphors it was wonderful... wonder who is taking your spot! Not really, Because don't bother telling me who my ex is with because then i feel sorry for the bitch who is getting my sloppy seconds. I love the part about the poker faces guys are so good at that you will think they are the greatest thing in the world and that they love you and that they always will... then before you know it they are gone, like none of it really even mattered! Amazing! Good luck in the contest if you don't get something then they must have Poe himself writing for it!!!
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