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Texas Hold 'Em
by Leslie Ann Eisenberg
At the red flannel table
I stick in syrupy sand,
I yearn to let go,
but loath to reveal my hand
I hide in cave shadows
where I belong,
two cards, face down
under a burnt boulder,
sputtering my sob song
In the ice blue bottle
I drown my fears,
heads up, I find the backdoor,
slip under violet satin sheets and
toss my cares for years
Time, please
Time, please
My salve is the shower, where
I wash away foul years,
tears come full blast
in a splintered blood letting
that rings my ears
Reticence a blip
when I open wet, pruny hands,
the fifth card flipped
I writhe in his river like a rocket,
the Ace-King, destiny
in my pocket 11/22/2003 Author's Note: inspired by our resident cowboy, "As", a darkened greasy diner, and ESPN2
Posted on 11/24/2003
Copyright © 2025 Leslie Ann Eisenberg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/24/03 at 04:18 AM Awesome use of unique imagery. A really fresh rhyme scheme that fits the scene quite well. Great read. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/25/03 at 03:41 PM yes, i'm forced to tip my hat as well. the rhyme was subtle and well versed. paul has been at it again, i see.. *grin* |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 11/26/03 at 06:48 AM outstanding imagery...I like this one a lot |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/26/03 at 01:59 PM Refreshingly different style of writing here. Wish I had written this...glad you did! |
| Posted by Jack Lanier on 11/26/03 at 03:02 PM Well done, Leslie. A Texan should surely like this!!...Jack:) |
| Posted by Ann Krischus on 10/01/06 at 01:18 PM every word contributes to lines that punch at the opponents. you are so skilled at making the words in your poems paint a powerful picture. |
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