Poetry Dice Entry Week 25: Old Gambler’s Abacus
Tumble of the dice on scratchy green,
Crunch of a day old red apple,
Smelling of old bay with a crooked cane walking on scene,
He used to be a young lad stupid with dapple,
Failing to disguised as a patron and stood out like a Scrapple,
He would gamble into early morning,
During rain, sleet, or snow he used lady luck as a rappel,
Over the years his abacus mind become forewarning,
No longer a foolish lad tossing money away mourning,
It was not a question of if he hit the next big thing,
It was all about escaping suborning,
His cane a reminder of the good o’days of bling,
There was no pot of gold when you get caught,
Just a high cost of playing that was taught.
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written by @enjar for my entry into Poetry Dice Challenge 3000 Week 25
Image edit with Lunapic
Good post, I like your post.
I enjoyed reading this twice. Some amazing imagery here. Thanks for participating this week, @enjar.
Always a pleasure I really enjoy these. Thanks for stopping by have a wonderful weekend!
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Tumble of the dice on scratchy green,
Crunch of a day old red apple,
Smelling of old bay with a crooked cane walking on scene"
This is the whole poem in three lines. Beautifully done! Along with the photo there was a weightiness and reality that rang true. It was real. :)
Great story. I like the way it's structured. There's always a high cost when it comes to gambling, that's for sure!
Also amazing work at weaving everything together so seamlessly in just a few lines!
I enjoyed reading this a lot, good luck with your entry! If you fancy reading mine the link is below :)
--> Everything Transforms
With love
Hart Floe
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