A Game We Play

A Game We Play

A Poem by Stephanie W.
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Won the Emmons Poetry Contest in SB in 2009

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Through the darkness, I felt your riffs
The guitar strings that your fingers lick
The bass rattling my rib cage,
A hide and seek game we can play.
I know a place where we can go,
A tattooed street, a tattered road
Where lovers hang from balconies
And our purple lips can swallow keys-
They meet.
A greeting slow, and fleeting
Within the hourglass, we're sinking
This nothingness we share is warm,
Too friendly to be real.
I know a game that we can play,
A moment we can steal.



© 2011 Stephanie W.


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Wow...you are a wonderful Poetess...I love the flow; the images mesmerizing my very soul...I'm glad this poem won...the lines playfully dance off the page, and gives us a poem and all it's possibilities in pure beautiful simplicity...only a Californian could write this...with poppy flowers growing wildly in splendid bright orange...Only in California. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Very nice. Enjoyed very much the last couplet.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Beautiful write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow...you are a wonderful Poetess...I love the flow; the images mesmerizing my very soul...I'm glad this poem won...the lines playfully dance off the page, and gives us a poem and all it's possibilities in pure beautiful simplicity...only a Californian could write this...with poppy flowers growing wildly in splendid bright orange...Only in California. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I know a game that we can play,

A moment we can steal.

Thats so tender , beautiful Yossi

Posted 13 Years Ago


That was awesome! I really loved "The guitar strings that your fingers lick"...

Posted 13 Years Ago


''I know a place where we can go,
A tattooed street, a tattered road.
Where lovers hang from balconies.
And our purple lips can swallow keys-
They meet.''

I just discovered your poetry,but I'm sure this is not the last time I will visit your page!!! Great work! I love the way you play with words...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Through the darkness, I felt your riffs,

The guitar strings that your fingers lick.

The bass rattling my ribcage,

A hide and seek game we can play.

I know a place where we can go,

A tattooed street, a tattered road.

Where lovers hang from balconies.

And our purple lips can swallow keys-

They meet.

This is pretty brill, I enjoyed it immensely.

Wonderful job.
Antonio :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow, I like it. Anything having to do with riffs speaks volumes to me, so even if out of nothing but partiality, I love it! Good use of imagery.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is simply beautiful!

Posted 14 Years Ago


I can see why it won. The imagery is both sultry and a little bit rock and roll. It speaks eloquently ... poetically to an audience that mightn't have appreciated poetry before.

VERY nice.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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