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wild cards
caustic
the ruminations
possibly true
possible delusion
the inventions
oh so creative
they seem apparent
it is the marrow of truth within them
that eats away my bone
arent words such a lovely salve
neatly arranging ideas as if they were true
the pen of illusion
to erect statues of thought
made of fragile cards
whose strength lies in the absence of a breeze
to choose
the reds as true
and clubs as false
and blacks as fundamental
the jokers hide their sneaky little ways
reserving rights to shake and tumble
such neat construction
the one eyed faces
monotone in meaning
delight the eye
but shake like the bridges of Tacoma
till the clubs wreak their havoc
and the reds along with them
the ruminations
possibly true
possible delusion
the inventions
oh so creative
they seem apparent
it is the marrow of truth within them
that eats away my bone
arent words such a lovely salve
neatly arranging ideas as if they were true
the pen of illusion
to erect statues of thought
made of fragile cards
whose strength lies in the absence of a breeze
to choose
the reds as true
and clubs as false
and blacks as fundamental
the jokers hide their sneaky little ways
reserving rights to shake and tumble
such neat construction
the one eyed faces
monotone in meaning
delight the eye
but shake like the bridges of Tacoma
till the clubs wreak their havoc
and the reds along with them
Published 18th Mar 2018
Author's Note
i am wondering if the Tacoma reference is too obscure. ive read poems that had me spending hours researching references...if you have thoughts on that. just in case though: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tacoma_Narrows_Bridge_(1940)
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18th Mar 2018 3:09pm
This brought my thoughts to the game of life and how we attempt to twist our beliefs and opinions of ourselves to show us in the best light, only to shake us to our core by forces outside our control that crumble the sand castles we've constructed that surround, protecting us from reality.
Though I suppose one can equate life to a card game with winners and losers being chosen by the luck of the draw, I have always felt it not what we are gifted, what we obtain, nor even what is dealt us, that determines the outcome, but rather how we perceive what is the winning hand after our cards are laid out, just as we leave the table.
And, No, the Tacoma reference was not to vague, though my first thought was of Mt. Rainier.
Beautifully constructed piece, with well placed metaphors throughout, a most enjoyed read and thought provoker.
The type of piece I am always in search of, yet seldom find.
Thank you.
Though I suppose one can equate life to a card game with winners and losers being chosen by the luck of the draw, I have always felt it not what we are gifted, what we obtain, nor even what is dealt us, that determines the outcome, but rather how we perceive what is the winning hand after our cards are laid out, just as we leave the table.
And, No, the Tacoma reference was not to vague, though my first thought was of Mt. Rainier.
Beautifully constructed piece, with well placed metaphors throughout, a most enjoyed read and thought provoker.
The type of piece I am always in search of, yet seldom find.
Thank you.
18th Mar 2018 3:55pm
thank you Amorous!
i edited the tacoma reference to make it clearer.
the house of cards we build to truss up our delusions is more like one's own personal game we often don't realize we are even playing :)
thank you for your kind comments.
i edited the tacoma reference to make it clearer.
the house of cards we build to truss up our delusions is more like one's own personal game we often don't realize we are even playing :)
thank you for your kind comments.
Anonymous
20th Mar 2018 10:26pm
Play it
as you see
fit
Brilliant angst
but an overall
great
observation ... `Devlin
21st Mar 2018 2:16am
21st Mar 2018 2:26am
A really good composition.
I can feel the confidence in your writing.
"arent words such a lovely salve
neatly arranging..."
I really enjoyed that verse in particular. I stopped to read it again and again
I can feel the confidence in your writing.
"arent words such a lovely salve
neatly arranging..."
I really enjoyed that verse in particular. I stopped to read it again and again
21st Mar 2018 3:51am
