Tuesday, December 31, 2013

New Year Games (Poem)

New Year Games

With every shuffle of the deck
we play a different hand,

your life, then mine, resolving
on one last roll of the dice.

You go first; pull spades, black
suits reminding me how, inverted,

hearts on short stems have to
pump extra hard. I kiss each cube

before casting the two together,
reluctant to admit I have no ace

in the hole. What a single pip
foretells is my step; it's taken.

A consequence always follows.
I draw Joker. No card's unused.

© Maureen E. Doallas


Glynn said...

Wonderful poem, Maureen.

And Happy New Year!

Louise Gallagher said...

Love this. Very deep!

Happy Happy New Year Maureen.

Love and hugs -- and here's to getting together in 2014

Deborah said...

Happy New Year, Maureen. Love this, right from the first penetrating line.