Contemplating.

Contemplating.
Wayzata, Minnesota

Monday, June 30, 2014

The Mag- #226 - 29 June 2014

"I am solitary as grass.  What is it I miss?  Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?" - Sylvia Plath



A Game of Patience, 1937 - Meredith Frampton






Not Just
Another Hand of Solitaire.

PATIENCE at 
Spirit Knob


Caught in a hand of innumerable folly
she sat weary of immutable
measure and reluctance.
Always make the play,
and forever play
your ace.

Implied accusations follow
 a flip of a card.
Transfer all that frees.
Not just another winning hand.
Utterly alone she wallows.

 In shuffling indecision
randomizing 
all her cards
to be freed
or falter on this
tormented fence of suspicion
of hollow zeal
and no more moves to play.



Linking to Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales

22 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

sad and desperate feel.

Leovi said...

A poem with confidence in those indecisive emotions!

Cloudia said...

confident poetry indeed




ALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
=^..^= <3

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I recommend
Free Cell
For
Efficient Time Disposal
~

Ginny Brannan said...

A feeling of being backed into a corner with few cards left to play. I liked the word choices and subtle rhyming throughout this write. Nicely done.

Eddie Bluelights said...

She knows how to lay her cars better than she is telling.
Loved it . . . Eddie

Gail said...

Well said.

Gail Dixon said...

A very deep and moving poem. Bravo!

Kathe W. said...

no more moves to play? Yikes.

DeniseinVA said...

A sweet and poignant poem Karen. You have a way with words :)

We are back after our month long trip to Europe. We woke up in Oslo yesterday morning and went to sleep in our own beds last night. We all agreed it was a fantastic trip but so good to be back home. This vacation was for all of us but mainly for my 93 year old father-in-law who attended the 70th D-Day Commemoration Ceremonies in Normandy and then traced his roots from four generations ago in Norway. We also visited Devonshire where I lived for many, many years before moving to America. I will be sharing lots of photos and stories in the days ahead, and will try to get some on my blog towards the end of the day. Meanwhile, loving visiting again but still coping with time changes :)

Gillena Cox said...

I didn't like the ending that she had no more moves to play, i find that a bit stifling, and contradicting some of the earlier thoughts.

Good write, even if i didn't like the ending

I'm happy you visited my blog

Have a good week

Much love...

Jinksy said...

I guess she could always shuffle and deal again...:-)

Catfish Tales said...

Clever play of hand despite the jet lag. A good friend lives in Oslo, and I love the country - so ruggedly wild and gobsmacked gorgeous.

Kutamun said...

When dealing with a busted dlush, time to tip the table over and start shootin'!, then jump into the river and swim away ...

Cait O'Connor said...

Always make the play,
and forever play
your ace.

Great poem.

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Very well done!

Belva Rae Staples said...

I hope the last card is a good one!

Patrica Ball Morrison said...

Karen this is grand, I read and reread over several times. great lines,,,randomizing her cards...I need to get back with Magpie

Helena said...

Boy, what a read - simply stunning!

Truedessa said...

I am sure she can find one more move...she just needs a new strategy

JANU said...

A profound meaningful poem. Am sure given a chance she can come up with something that will make her win the game.

humbird said...

She sounds indecisive, nice description~ wish her to trust the heart xx