A Losing Hand Poem by Magdalena Biela

My dear friend, this is a wonderful poem. I agree with everything Daniel said below. Extremely well done. I am no longer in Brazil, but back in the United States. I hope you and your family are doing well. Merry Christmas!

I love this poem: the subject is the ambiguity of a long-term relationship which a necessary subject for our modern lives, and the style of the poem is an EXTENDED METAPHOR handled with depth and irony. I very much admire your inventiveness in combining the card game itself which is genuine with the subject of love, using the language of cards to reveal truths about love. Here's one example: in the last hand your ace loses to his straight flush, that is, your expression of love loses because he says his love is over; it all hinges on the verb love in present, then past tense, a grammatical distinction of one letter - love vs. loved. The ace of hope up your sleeve may be cheating, but as we say, All's fair in Love and War! Your poem explores the fact that Love is always a Gamble.