fusion poem of love while playing cards with glass hearts


Just a game...

of cards.
I broke the spades.
Broken Hearts...
glass breaks too.
When game end nears,
not much left.
Shimmering slivers flick
prick my skin.
Tear drop of blood
on my finger tip.
i linger at the notion
glass shatters.
All call. Shuffle.
I lost my bet.
The fever of the kiln
melds the shards
into something
that is kaleidoscopial anew.
And i'm looking for a new deal!




Poetry by glsgrl
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Written on 2008-05-13 at 03:33

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Good alliteration, I enjoyed reading and the images that you portrayed with this clever text

Elle x
2008-05-13


amandeep
this is better..

liked it ..nice work
2008-05-13


Saga
Now this is something fresh and new, I'm looking forward to read more from you
2008-05-13


Rob Graber
I enjoyed this. The closing line plays the words very nicely!
2008-05-13