Debra Squyres Poet Free verse

Karma Claims the Plumes

Karma Claims the Plumes

It came easy to him…
the knowledge
the learning
Counting was such fun
Seemed he always won
Boastful and proud
Peacocking around

Until the day 
he met with “chance”
Luck no longer 
his fair maiden
Wages tossed
on fickle cards
held in karma’s hand

Counting lost its count…
knowledge groaned
learning moaned
Fate’s ugly toss 
Plucked his plumes
Alone he now sits
in his tiny room



All Rights Reserved by Debra Squyres 3/13/13
Written for Member Contest

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Poet Destroyer A March 23, 2013 at 12:30 PM DEBRA, congratulations with your awesome and wonderful poem. Always~ Linda

Debbie Guzzi March 22, 2013 at 7:01 PM Always a pleasure to read your work. Congrad's on your win. Light & Love

Robert Johnson March 19, 2013 at 4:11 PM A second chance at a seconds glance is fodder for the mill. Let's hope and pray there comes a day when he will find the will. That fickle friend went round the bend to teach him who was boss. But in the end we all ascend to give it up for loss. Karma's gonna getcha. :)

Andrea Dietrich March 16, 2013 at 8:38 AM Debra, was this inspired by anyone at Soup? I just finished reading a poem about cards and it seemed related to poetry and almost after that, I see this one!! Anyway, this is great metaphor. Debra Squyres March 16, 2013 at 11:46 AM Inspired by a photo in a members challenge.

Sheri Fresonke Harper March 15, 2013 at 2:50 PM Debra, enjoyable poem about luck and probability, it ends so sadly.

Anne-Lise Andresen March 14, 2013 at 12:08 PM Can I say: "Lost and win with the same spirit" ..... (sounds better in Norwegian ....) - It's a really good poem Debra, good luck in the contest! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Charles Henderson March 14, 2013 at 12:32 AM Good flow Deb, message too. I think that used to be call "come upponce"

Russell Sivey March 13, 2013 at 2:47 PM This is such a truthful write, that's exactly where they end up...that tiny room! I am delighted with this amazing poem this afternoon! What a fantastic piece, such a brilliant poem Debra, Great Work!!

Richard Lamoureux March 13, 2013 at 2:21 PM You have placed wisdom into many hands. The problem is the jokers with the decks refuse to listen. Well done.