Poetry: The Game

heartbeats pounding to the drum
of cards dealt from the edge of spaces
between red ones and night-black aces
marked by hearts and spades and guns
drawn by men in darkest places
burned by counting cards for races
with prizes gilded zero sum

[Written for the “Ace” Quadrille Challenge at dVerse Poets]

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De Jackson
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FANTASTIC use of rhyme here. Love this take on the prompt! So happy you Quadrille’d with us today!

Glenn Buttkus
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Rocking the prompt–four aces high; nice use of the compound words.

Jade Li
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I see a profound metaphor here. Skillfully done.

Bev
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A very clever write, right down to the zero sum.

Jane Dougherty
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Jane Dougherty

Great stuff! I love poems with a sustained rhythm and this drum beat is perfect.

qbit
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Oooh. Very cool. Great rythm and energy.