I would not, let not,
My whole hand be played,
If in eyes of fact and fiction
This were indeed a game.
No, for what experience
Between the lines you do have
in your possession, may lend
advantage to the rooms discretion.
So, do tell, speak of, and well
To slight matters close of hand
With lips at heart drawn
As tight purses spent to say:
The secrets in the snow beneath hold
The secrets held with the golden key
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Some of your poems hit me later on, as I read them several times, but for now I can say:
Interesting, nicely poetic.
mysterious mischief is being woven here... and your cards held tightly to your chest.
I especially like "to slight matters close of hand with lips at heart drawn..."
Yeah, perhaps that stanza should read:
So, do tell, speak of and well
to slight matters close at hand,
to heart, with lips drawn
as tight purses spent to say
yeah... I think I like that better. Thoughts?
P.S. Poker Rules
gambling is a sin
so are video games
don't watch oprah
I like the original except that I agree with the deletion of the comma in the first line. Gertrude Stein would say commas are boring.
It's really playful: especially leaving the "close of hand" and layering the metaphors and colloquialisms.
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