There's no need to be alarmed, I'll wake up anyway,
perhaps today they won't hassle me, it will be better day;
ship was sinking, englishman said: 'Women and children first,
american said: '---- the women,' 'frenchman said: 'Is zere time?'
I listen to Chopin who designed his notes so beautifully,
the coordination from war-torn Poland categorically;
I ask myself - what did I achieve? No one had a life like me,
I broke hearts, like a cunning bridge player in spades and hearts.
Now time is running out, you wonder what death is like,
the only certainty, they say don't speak ill, but I'll strike,
at the unbelievable, how grotty some were, cast no doubt,
but then that's what this life was apparently just all about.
It's over, the hands are together, so tissue, tissue, tissue,
it's not just me but I bet you guys also had a few issue.
In colors this canvas reminds me of our plastic card table cover
The one in reds and blacks that helped us to learn bridge
Mom did not need it; she was an avid bridge player
But Daddy and the rest of us did. This is what I saw on first glance.
I had not thought of this card table cover in fifty years!
Next I spied my usual doddles – swirls, whorls, dragon zigzagging spikes
This looks like what I do when I am held hostage on a phone call
Usually by my great aunt, but sometimes by a wordy neighbor
Doodling on speed, is how I think about it.
If I had a nickel for every one of these I have drawn!
The blacks and whites are prominent.
Bits of red seem intentional, not as accidental as the lines.
Not sure where the greenish yellow color came from
Something mixed up by the artist perhaps,
Unsure if it even has a name.
Clubs.
Diamonds
Hearts.
Spades
Some are red,
Some are black,
Some are high,
Some are low.
If you are a bridge player,
you know that some suits are better than others.
My family of origin used to play bridge with a
plastic cheater kind of card table cloth
you could tie around the table, that told us
how to play bridge step by step.
We must have relied on it a bit too much,
because eight years later, when that
tablecloth got messed up,
We could no longer play bridge
The best part of playing cards
is the yelling, screaming, and sheer
excitement when you get the Old Maid
or a Royal Flush or A Full House.
Or I throw the table over, because
I am losing.
My own children will not play
any board games or card games
with me in the room.
I have taught many of my school children to
play cards.
It keeps them from doing things they
make up themselves,
and they love it when I throw the table!
Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, and Spades
for everyone please.
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