"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
20 comments:
sad and desperate feel.
A poem with confidence in those indecisive emotions!
confident poetry indeed
ALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
=^..^= <3
I recommend
Free Cell
For
Efficient Time Disposal
~
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.
She knows how to lay her cars better than she is telling.
Loved it . . . Eddie
Well said.
A very deep and moving poem. Bravo!
no more moves to play? Yikes.
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 :)
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...
I guess she could always shuffle and deal again...:-)
When dealing with a busted dlush, time to tip the table over and start shootin'!, then jump into the river and swim away ...
Always make the play,
and forever play
your ace.
Great poem.
I hope the last card is a good one!
Karen this is grand, I read and reread over several times. great lines,,,randomizing her cards...I need to get back with Magpie
Boy, what a read - simply stunning!
I am sure she can find one more move...she just needs a new strategy
A profound meaningful poem. Am sure given a chance she can come up with something that will make her win the game.
She sounds indecisive, nice description~ wish her to trust the heart xx
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