Old Poem
Wow! I have a lot more poems than I thought. I have been looking through files and drawers and finding little pieces of paper and napkins.
I came across one that I wrote for a creative writing class I took.
The card game
A joker turns
the queen of hearts laughs.
Ace of spades
stabs my hand.
The king of clubs
dries my tears.
I shuffle the cards again
deal them to all the players.
The man in the mask
lays down four of a kind.
The girl with a grin
has a full house.
The shadow wins
with a strait flush.
I stare at my cards only to have
two pair staring back at me.
My face falls to my hands
the players leave.
The deck of cards is lying before me
I can’t tell the difference between the kings
and jokers.
I turn the first card to see
the queen of hearts laughing at me.
