Flip of the cardA Poem by Gerhardus Retief
The Ace will notice.
Fingers slithering like snake eyes down the side of the card. Black or red the decision stays colorless, doesn't it? A gambling game is what life has to comfort us. The twitch of the scared movement means there is a joker behind it. The King will feel. Face down is the backward red heart in your aced love. Hiding with the rest of the cards not even knowing what they are. If the relationship has seen enough the deck will shred itself. But from the flip of the card anything can change. The Queen will demand. Take a last look at those cards master of lies. Another reason to raise the stakes without hesitation. Just to be shown that there is nothing to fear from the face of laughing jokers. Remarkable how debt is never forgotten in dangerous games. The Jack will do. Spreading those cards to turn one into a angelic seven. The number of heaven, the number of cards, the number of lost cause? To forfeit fate is not an option because it was never up to belief. Draw slowly and stand open with your cards on the table. © 2011 Gerhardus Retief |
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Added on February 9, 2011 Last Updated on February 9, 2011 AuthorGerhardus RetiefPretoria, Gauteng, South AfricaAboutBeware of turkeys....they are inhuman. I am insane and I am ok with it ^_^ I love dark poetry. Ask for other info :P more..Writing
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