Hiding aces,
bluffing with poker face plots,
obsessed with next hand,
fingers feeling power
to control the cards.
Today’s winner,
tomorrow goes bust,
but can’t stop treating
life as a casino,
even if nobody truly wins,
hoping one can somehow
figure a way
to keep heaven
from
shuffling the deck.
Author notes
50 words
♥ Prompt: I know this game just as well as you do, but I let you win all the same
A contest entry
- Quickie I by Hope Angel.
525 points, ended March 16, 3 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like your entry, interesting concept. Thank you for entering
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Great take on the prompt.
I loved your ending to this piece.
Very well done.
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Wow, that was a very interesting take, I really liked the end of the poem. Best of luck in the contest
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Excellent ideas! Best in this!
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your poem brings such a new meaning to the prompt... the shuffling of the deck, never knowing what we will be dealt, and having to play with what we get from one hand to the next. just EXCELLENT!
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the cards oh how they feel in ones hands. thanks for sharing
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a wonderful take on the promt I like this good luck in the contestmaralisa
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Wow! What a wonderful metaphor for this prompt. Very creative and suits (
) this so well.
Best wishes in tbhe contest.
Gaylene
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