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Mistook Love for Luck
by Dan LinnI lost my lover in a card game
when I mistook her love for luck
and made a wild bet on honesty.
She won't live in my stack any more
but she walks through the pot of every hand,
a gypsy banging an abandon tambourine
to remind me of what could have been
if I had just walked away when I was winning.
So, now I am only in the game
to prove that time will make her seem mine,
but she couldn't commit redundantly,
making up for futility.
I ask her to dance
and she complies reluctantly
because appearances mean nothing
after all the curtains have been taken down
and everyone can see,
and everyone knows,
my luck ran out long ago. 05/09/2013 Author's Note: Rough, late night, lament.
Posted on 05/09/2013
Copyright © 2024 Dan Linn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Carl Walker on 05/09/13 at 11:16 PM this is something that probably touches everyone who reads it because there is a universal experience here and expressed in a different way. really excellent |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/12/13 at 11:35 AM Hey Dan. Excellent use of extended metaphor. I also like how you've blurred the lines between love and luck in this. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/15/13 at 10:43 PM Just wow! This sticks to my skin. |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 05/17/13 at 02:12 AM ...luck sometimes runs out, it's true, but love will dance you through the momentary madness of drawing to an inside straight...there is a rhythm to this that is elusive and plaintive and touches all the places that gypsy breeze blows through the un-shuttered windows of careless love...thank you for the write, I'll be humming the tune to this for a while. LK |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 05/23/13 at 06:58 AM Learning to accept rejection, even using it to become stronger is part of growth, whether or not you are looking ofr love or luck... Nice piece Dan. |
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