Description: Another poem from the viewpoint of Davan Gwydd, my childer of the Morrigan. And yes, I realize that there is no firm focus on his ramblings...its meant to be the ramblings of a mad man, a poet, and as he says 'the many faces of the suit'. If you don't get the reference...cards are called suits for the number and symbol.
Who I am -------------------------------------------
Existing within a dream
Eyes open yet still asleep
Life itself a waking nightmare
With brief moments of splendor
I am but a dreamer
A fool of a romantic
Who's one good quality
Is as much a flaw as anything
I am the jester
The breaker of hearts
As well as the destroyer
Of my own
Call me a knave
A clown, an oaf
And I will smile larger still
While crying inside
The show must go on
And the village idiot
Always has a part to play
Whether wanted or not
I am the joker in the deck
The wild card of spades
The king's buffoon
And the queen's secret lover
I am the cuckold
And the betrayer
The many faces of the suit
And in the end...
I'm holding all the aces
And folding my hand
On the table.
oh very good hand you have but a straight flush beats any 4 of a kind... this was very interesting and I enjoyed it also. for rambling this was pretty good.. and rambling helps get those things out which sometimes don't make sense.. so bravo ...
Um, WOW. This is really fantastic, I love it. What I especially enjoy is first of all, you make good use of poetic language. Second, the card analogies are what really makes this piece. Well done. Now, please be kind and comment on my latest work for it is lonely =]
Submission Name: Who I am
