Rainy days, drunken nights, sleight of hand, ripple and snap.
I promise not to look too hard at the chili oil smudges memorized
over diamond backs, a folded edge on the four of spades,
your careless splay as you lean to shift my drink from the table's edge.
//
House rules and home brews, penny hands and the long list of
unpaid debts that stretches like a CVS receipt over our history.
May we play forever, may we never tire of the game,
may we never be caught evening the odds.
//
The cards are tacky, smell of mildew. Everything here does, if it waits
long enough on a shelf, plucked up and shuffled
only once in a blue moon. Oh, reliever of boredom, starter
of fights, be lucky for me tonight.
About the Creator
Suze Kay
Pastry chef by day, insomniac writer by night.
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Hi mum.
The rain begins to fall lightly against the pavement, as delicately as piano keys are played. Dancing upon the concrete as they hit the ground. Not before long, a crash of thunder bellows through the sky, followed by a flash of lightening that fills the surroundings with the palest blue light. The rain begins to pour heavier and heavier, causing shockwaves of sound through the city streets.
By Billie Whyte4 days ago in Chapters
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“The cards are tacky, smell of mildew. Everything here does, if it waits long enough on a shelf, plucked up and shuffled only once in a blue moon. Oh, reliever of boredom“ I relate to these lines so much!
Well, that was pretty clever. I loved the flow and the overall subject matter. "I promise not to look too hard at the chili oil smudges memorized over diamond backs, a folded edge on the four of spades," Great details!!!
This is so incredibly well-written. Big fan of the CVS receipt line. Amazing use of language
One word: Superb!
Great job really enjoyed this poem it brought back memories of my aunts and uncles penny poker games
I love it. Your writing feels so homey to me. I can relate.
Yes!l this brings back my memories of games on family vacations ❤️
Every word is doing his fair share of lifting here and then some 😁 You paint a gloriously real, tactile, smellable picture.
Wow, Suze, I absolutely love this. The smudges, the tackiness, blue moons, be lucky for me tonight, the mildew... I felt like I was right there at the table with you!
This awoke so many of my childhood memories. :) What a delightful read
I get so excited when I see you've released another poem. The smudges and folded edges are so accurate but I've never promised not to look too had at them haha. That last sentence was such a good finish to another high quality poem
Oh this was such a wonderful ode! I loved it!
The CVS reference has me rolling!! 😂 Love where this takes me, Suze. Well done!!