The Cards

The cards were plasticized

coated for longevity

with a polymer that had a half life

of almost four thousand years

the ones dealt by you

to me

bore only the remnants of your fingerprints

not quite wiped clean

although that too would come

Shuffled

mixed up in an unorderly pack

Queens and Kings

Jacks and Tens

no direction

till you dealt the Ace

and I trumped it....

how do you feel now?

Reviews

[John Destalo]

Love the first line...plastic meaning changeable... foreshadowing the twist at the end

[micky]

Love is life's biggest risk. Well done Laurie it is a amazing piece:P

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we always have that one card up our sleeve to deal to that one who constantly breaks our heart...

one day he will draw the losing hand, the losing heart.

[J.Nico]

Sometimes life is a game. Who deals?
But love... as the saying goes we can't be lucky both ways.
However as the poem goes... you do it every time. Not luck, know how.
It's a delight to read, whatever metaphor you carve into paper.

[Tricia Pattinson]

Well done Laurie! A clever and thus interesting poem! I love it!

[R Smith]

nice work Laurie I bet he never plays cards with you again, love the way this flows and you use the cards to frame a love affair gone wrong, how about a quick hand of poker you deal :)

[Wandering Minstrel]

Such perfection in the form! This is written expertly.

[yuki]

are you a poker player as well? :D nicely done :)