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Poker Face

Would your heart beat faster
if I dropped my poker face?
I see no substance in your smile,
just pressure to conform.

Trust in fairy tales,
believe the hype.
What charming games we play
when neither knows the rules!

If I laid my cards upon the table,
perhaps you'd be surprised.
I don't believe your future,
and the past isn't what you think.

Here in August's dog days,
steaming under summer's sun,
let's admit this game is over:
We each hold a losing hand.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.

8 comments:

Ellecee said...

I like this - the resignation of it all. Sometimes this is just how we feel - we have the losing hand after all.

August 15, 2012 at 3:58 PM
oldegg said...

This took me back so many years when both I and my current passions were clearly not suited and the fear of tears and of admonition were great! How great to move on.

August 15, 2012 at 7:04 PM
RMP said...

no one really cares to lose. but sometimes it's a draw.

August 15, 2012 at 9:03 PM
Poet Laundry said...

Poignant piece. I enjoyed your take on the prompt--well done.

August 16, 2012 at 2:07 AM
jaerose said...

Perhaps the dog days of August bring the need to put honesty on the table..like it's too hot and sweaty to fight the other way..jae

August 16, 2012 at 8:25 AM
Vaishali Jain said...

A lovely flow this poem had! I enjoyed it! Very well written!

August 16, 2012 at 12:20 PM
Paige + Shauna said...

take the romance as she plays herself out - cool, natural tone
of wonder at the different aspects of a relationship.

August 16, 2012 at 4:51 PM
dandeliongirl01 said...

Seems they are both holding back neither being their true selves. Maybe to protect from hurt or because they never really trusted. In which case the game was always doomed. Great poem :)

August 22, 2012 at 3:37 AM