Sunday, November 16, 2014

After

After

When words have gone
And brushes dried up in their jars,
I play the cards.
Solitaire,
Where nothing matters,
Nothing is at stake.
When the cards are bad,
Just shuffle.

3 comments:

  1. I wish my mind would come to the place where I am not constantly mulling over what the dried brushed painted, shuffling would be such a release.

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  2. This is where I excel - I can crawl inside a card game & just live for days...

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  3. "When the cards are bad, just shuffle"--I love this...the metaphor, the simplicity. So beautiful.

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