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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19 September 2011

My Game

‘It exercises my brain,’ I say, 
or, ‘It de-stresses me.’  Truth is,
my Grandma taught me long ago
and it suited me, then and now. 

‘Little Rosemary,’
a family friend used to say,
‘With her feet on the ground, 
and her head in the clouds.’

I like to withdraw
for dreaming or musing
or just being 
with myself, by myself.

I read, I write, I think —
those solitary occupations.
I go for walks alone,
and I’m a solitary witch.

You must have guessed by now
my game is Solitaire,
otherwise known as Patience.
In different ways, I need both.

Once it was cards,
now it’s computer screen.
It requires a small part of my brain;
the rest goes wandering.

Real or virtual, the cards 
are red and white and black:
the Goddess’s colours —
which makes me smile to myself.

I savour the satisfying click
as I shift them with my mouse,
while in my mind I shift
the gears of the Universe.

30 Poems in 30 Days: 16, Playing a game

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