Solitaire Poem by Dennis Go

Solitaire



A deck on the table.
Seven rows.
Knights. Kings. Queens.
Hearts. Clovers. Spades.
Laying chances
On two questioning hands
Unraveling mysteries.

Thoughts running about
The facial lineage:
Blacks on reds,
Reds on blacks,
Too deep to comprehend.

May a form comes out
Instead of the spontaneity
Of numbers.

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Catrina Heart 07 December 2009

wow astonishing piece.............well! ! !

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Dennis Go

Dennis Go

Manila, Philippines
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