metaphor... poem

[neva_black_n_white]

Mixed up emotions

50-50 on the game

Experts make it look easy

But that's their aim

 

You pull up a chair

No introduction to the table

Place your hand on your lap

Trying to look able

 

Dealer pulls out a card

No going back

You see a low number

The worst from the pack

 

Keep up the smiles

No eye contact made

He pulls out a similar hand

The smile begins to fade

 

You look over the table

And what do you see?

An amateur sitting accross

Doing the same as thee

 

You raise your head

Wait for the deal

The numbers come round

And an urge you feel

 

He pulls out an ace

To make it a run

You hands sweat with anticipation

The rush feels fun

 

Looking at your hand

And what you've put in

You're feeling quite lucky

This could be a win

 

Looking a bit eager

You show all your cards

But the amateur smiles at you

And hits back hard

 

She giggles with excitement

And puts the cards down

The smile from your face

Soon turns to a frown

 

She plucks up the courage

To make you a little speech

That the ones that looks unable

Definitely aren't weak

[Q10]

ok I've noticed you have really good skills at this..

[neva_black_n_white]

really good skills with what? metaphors? *smiles*

 

either way, thankyou, sounds like quite the compliment.

 

neva

[blueangel]

It's to the chase

I understand what you're talking about right away

At the end though, it means to me something a little deeper

It flows so well

And is so easy to read.

 

I love your poetry

[neva_black_n_white]

Thanks, that was a really nice reply... i like comments like that which you can actually make sense off, you know? i really appreciate it.

neva x