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writing seems such a solitaire game
between you and a deck of words
you deal them out
onto your paper or screen
and look for the hooks
to connect them in sequence
expressing the feelings
you find in your mind
but isn’t a solitaire game
meant for pitiful lonely
the chronically bored
a device to splice
sleep onto staying awake
escape from rude news
all the bray of the day
and parts of life best ignored
yet unlike a solitaire game
that dies on new turn of a card
writing lives for as long
as alacrity strains
to offer those clever-set
phrases and lines
to other eyes lonely and bored
in their solitaire game of reading
Poesy plus Polemics 
Oh! You hit it again, Paul.
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Thanks, Susan, but it’s more like it hit me.
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Excellent once again. HF
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And once again I thank you, Harper.
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Wow!!!! You really are a witty “imaginator”.
Good one. True for the most too.
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Thanks. I like “imaginator.”
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You captured the feeling exactly, of how it is writing. I enjoyed this one.
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I’m glad you liked this piece.
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Hi and thanks for stumbling upon my blog. I enjoyed your poem Solitaire. Will come back and read the rest
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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I like “imaginator” too. Writing for the blog doesn’t seem like solitaire to me–I liken the reciprocal group of writer/readers to a table of card players: there’s always a good game up!
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it is a nice community feeling, I must say
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Beautiful.
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thanks kindly
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Sometimes we do write when we are alone, at least in our brain. And I think we are reaching out for someone else to say, “I get it”.
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I like that thought
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