For the final day of NaBloPoMo with the theme of "play" I wrote a poem using all the idioms I had planned to use for playful inspiration.
I hear you ask a simple question,
Can you come out and play?
What would you like me to do, I ask --
Play the fool, play dead, or play for keeps?
It’s not a trivial question as I’m an adept player
when it comes to playing above the rim.
Or perhaps you would like me
to play with fire, play in traffic, or play the market
as the risk of the endeavor is what has you
knocking at my door, asking for me.
So don’t play innocent with me for
I am well aware of the games people play.
Foul play, you cry, hurt and taken aback.
I tell you that I’m just trying to level the playing field
and that two can play this game --
This game that requires one to
play both ends against the middle,
this game that plays havoc with the heart.
You accuse me of playing tricks and
I vow that I am playing for keeps.
Because what use is it to make a grandstand play
If I’m not playing into somebody’s hands?
I tell you that you play me like a violin
and you respond with one of your witty come backs --
If music be the food of love, play on!
Again, you ask a simple question --
Are you playing with a full deck?
And I say, I’m just looking to play my trump card
You look deep into my eyes, grab my hands and
tell me if I play my cards right,
it just might be the play of the game.
© Kelly Tweeddale 2012