Call a spade a spade
Or at least that’s what he said
The decks were stacked against me
It appears I’ve made my bed
He said our love was broken
Sharp glass left in shards
I don’t understand his reasons
No one ever taught me how to play cards.
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Beautiful ?
thank you 🙂
Amazing!
Yess, I loved this “Short conversation”. Great post Miri Elm!
thank you 🙂
Why is it the 4 of hearts and not queen of hearts or jack of spades? Just trying to understand the significance of the picture with the poem. It’s beautiful though.
the card is from an artist who draws images on playing cards (link at the bottom of the poem) and I liked this one the best 🙂 She doesn’t do full decks so each image is only on one card and this one seemed like it was appropriate for some reason.
Thanks. I thought there may be some message in the image.
Like that modern glass that’s called “tempered” so that if it breaks it shatters into thousands of tiny pieces and not into shards, so people need to develop tempered love. Then when it breaks, it won’t cut anything, just crumble to be swept away. Then another pane (pain?) can be found to replace the broken one. OK, I’ve had my dig at love. Now to address you poem: love it.
Hmmm I really like that, maybe I’ll have to write something about that next 😉
Go for it, and glad to provide some crazy inspiration!
Well done! *insert hand clapping emoji here* 🙂
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Well done Miri Elm.
thank you 🙂
beautiful. always fascinated with playing cards imagery, for some reason…
If that’s the case, you may like this card trick…
http://maggiesfarm.anotherdotcom.com/archives/17251-Theres-A-Card-Trick-In-There-Somewhere.-Lets-Smoke-It-Out.html
Love your posts and your thoughts and the words you use to dress them in. So glad I came across your blog and your style writing. Even though you say it is stream of consciousness, there is vulnerability that goes beyond stream of consciousness. Keep up the really good work. Cheers and thanks 🙂
thank you 🙂