Hot Hare.... The Gamblers Life In B Minor Poem by karen sinclair
Hot Hare.... The Gamblers Life In B Minor
Regret and relief stroll hand in hand
The end should never be this bitter
The taste of you this vile
As Wenslas i followed your staggered steps
Past the barn door unbolted
I observed
I considered many a time if the lime green fields may be quite as gorgeous as they appeared from my cell block tower
Hands grasping the liquorice bars
I knew they were removable
i knew they would melt if I waited
There was no need to wait my darling
As you burnt beneath the friction of one highly strung hare
You desecrated my life
Not considering the odds
You stole my money
But in the same horribly dreaded moment
You accidentally held the door wide agape
Hence
My escape
So long baby
Its been Hell
Hare hare! ! The winner takes it all, the looser standing small - ABBA. A powerfully portrayed piece of chances taken and the risks that we expose ourselves and our life's resources to for happiness, the greener grass the intoxicating desire to be the one. Beautiful analogy of reasons for our risks and the losses we can and do incur. A great construction of grand imagery as grand as our grandest notions of love and the solitary hare vulnerable taking the risk to exit the tower and solitude, a lovely metaphor. Thank you.
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4/26/2024 3:56:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Aha a bit too advanced for me since english aint my mothertongue, but whatever i graspd about d gamble n game of life n takin chances placed before me a great sublime poem. Hats off to u.