rawden lewis

Playing The Game - Poem by rawden lewis

Played a roadhouse in Montana
Played a cathouse in Macao
Played Othello for a day
On the stage to Santa Fe
But I've never played better than I'm playing now

Seen the Red Sea in a schooner
Seen the Black Sea in a dhow
Seen a cop in Magaluf
Who said he wanted proof
That I've never seen better than I'm seeing now

Heard the early morning singing
Heard a falcon on the bough
Heard some white boy hit the blues
When his black girl made the news
But I've never heard better than I'm hearing now

Felt the pain of rolling thunder
Felt the need they don' t allow
Felt abandoned in the dark
Like the saint who priests call Mark
But I've never felt sweeter than I'm feeling now

Ate venison and caviar
Ate bread books with chairman Mao
Ate the junk that they call food
In a hotel's solitude
But I never ate better than I'm eating now

Played a Hilton down in Paris
Played a shopping mall in Slough
Played a doctor not a nurse
For your cliched universe
But I've never played better than I'm playing now

Played at something you'd call working
Played at being too highbrow
Played a famous three chord trick
Until it made me sick
But I've never played better than I'm playing now

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

When I was feeling the fun of failure and the sorrow of success I remembered to loosen up a bit, after all the only reason we can't hear the stars laughing is that sound travels a lot slower than light.Not that it matters much, but I've never heard of anyone being taught how to laugh, although sometimes we forget it's a gift to do so, and like all the best gifts it's best when shared.This is just meant as an exercise in light verse and puns but I do have a tune that goes with it and it makes me feel up not down, so after some of my sombre sentences this is meant to satisfy the need to sneer at suicide and smile after sadness, sunshine after rain to an upbeat reel, more the fiddle than sobbing violin.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 15, 2013

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