The Last Hand

I seem to have been running round in circles and getting nowhere in particular this week, not sure if it’s the time of year or the weather, but I can only hope that what I’ve done, if anything, is right…

THE LAST HAND

days collapse about me
like a deck of cards                             
dropped to the floor

kings and aces
mix with deuces

I cannot choose
the last hand
only bet
on the next
and win

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first published in Tower Poetry

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9781771333054_FC‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016.

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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1 Response to The Last Hand

  1. francinesw says:

    Life for all, wishing you continued joys.

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