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Poker Face

It takes a lot out of us. Communication. Feels like an endless battle of shape and form. This is my point of view and that one is yours, but who’s to prove what’s true. Certainly not me. In whatever way you change your perception you never know when you’re making the right move. Playing poker you’re staring straight into someone’s energy field. Their hand gestures, even the slightest twitch on their left eyebrow will hint to you a direction of play. Are they bluffing? Can we ever know? On the river, the last card is a deuce. With two twos in their hands your Queens are mucked, and all because you didn’t trust your instinct. Deep down you knew all along. You should have folded when you still had the chance. Win or lose is always the game we play.

© Nicoletta

📷: Las Vegas, Nevada

Hush

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Hush I will tell you in the morning he said.
Softly spoken I responded in harmony to his whispering voice.
Do you promise?
The only promise I will make
Is tomorrow when you awake.

I closed my eyes
Lost
In dreams
Of his last words.

 

© Nicoletta

 

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

Photo by SVZ: Alberta, Canada

Song: Fare Thee Well- Oscar Issac & Marcus Mumford 

Moon Goddess

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Her hips moved like crashing waves on a shore. Her rhythm an endless sensual flow. I felt her beat like an ever evolving starlight. I followed it with my heart, asking it to become a part of me. Wisdom shone on her face, cosmic years of grace. How delicate her glow, a motion of ecstasy burning fire. Through the rise of her breath, streams of rose petals guided me home. She spoke to me in codes my spirit alone knew how to decipher.

Anointing me with nurture, I was reborn.

Defiers of the night, we dreamed of the stars. Our bodies danced in the glory of light. Our eyes shifted in trance of cosmic dance. Our heads tilted to greet the morning rays of the sun. Redeeming our souls with balance. We were whole.

 

© Nicoletta

 

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

Photo: Alexandra Van Zutphen, Follow @ pricklypeartravel.wordpress.com

Song: Harvest Moon- Neil Young

The Mask

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Pretentious fool
In this game of rules
You played your cards wrong
Have you no fear?
Karma calling to you.
No answer.
In time the wheel
Will turn
And in return
The play will unfold itself to you
You, the lead role
Will know
What act you played all along.

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© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Photo by Nicoletta, Model: Mikaella

Song: The Pretender- Foo Fighters

City Dreams

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She woke up to the noise of the city
Bothered by the trouble inside her.
Like a traffic jam on a Monday morning
Her heart spilled with emotion.
Candlelight flickered on her bedside
It’s romantic haze drawing near to a close.
Show must go on.
Creativity sparked her senses awake
As if that was the only thing keeping her going in this world.
Midnight shackles locked her in dreams of facades and illusions.
Morning light she was alive
To be the person she was born to be.

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© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Photo by Nicoletta: Calgary, Alberta 

Song: Angela- Lumineers

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