Solitaire
The power has been out here
Twice already.
I know I should be writing
While there's light.
I know I should be writing.
I never find the time to,
But still, I waste
A solitary night.
I turn the cards and shuffle,
Smack them down while thinking,
I know I should be writing
While there's time.
When Grandma lay here dying,
I used to hear her playing,
Shuffling through the night
Until she'd gone.
I know I should be writing.
I harbor no illusions;
I shuffle, and I play
This game alone.
And you, Dear Reader, shimmer,
Figment of my Fancy,
You shake your head
At each cliche I own.
I harbor no illusions,
That my words somehow matter,
Witness to things
I think or feel.
Solitary writer,
I sit here in the darkness.
I sit here in the darkness,
And I deal.
I used to be all about solitaire - and then I discovered Webkins games and allstarpuzzles.com. I'm pretty proficient in time wasting!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Dana. I seem to find too many ways to waste my time. We can't get a moment back, and yet we let them go. :(
ReplyDeleteThe memory of your grandmother springs out of this and could be a poem all its own... definitely the emotional core of this.
ReplyDeleteoh, the rhythm of it, and the wisdom it contains. i love how simple this poem is - yet it tells so much about life, witnessed by someone aging (uhm, i was lamenting on using this particular word, but you see, this is not a poem written by someone in his/her early twenties... ) in a careful and well-thought way.
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