I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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4 October 2010


I cut the cards
divide them into sequences
red on black on red ...

over and over again
until — sometimes —
the game chops me off.

Nowhere further to go,
or not that I can see.
Scrap it. Start again.

Cut, divide, arrange ...
and sometimes I win,
it all works out.

Then, at the last
it becomes easy,
the cards fly into place.

The reward of winning?
A new game.
Cut the cards, divide ...

30 Poems in 30 Days, 2010: 21
Prompt: A poem that involves cutting, chopping or dividing something.

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