#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 5 5.11.22
Prompt: Write a peril poem.
Peril On The High Table The velvet table top stained with guilt supported well by those legs of time, croupiers delight, while a hand of desperation sweats, beady eyes starring back intensly, I have five straight, not four of a kind, what if someone has a flush, if not, will I spot the bluff, if not, I will lose everything, my four friends are a kindly risk, so not that quarter, my real danger lies within. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Thank you very much Jonathan
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ORT-ORT-!
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🙂
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Love the poem. And where the admitted danger lies
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Thank you very much Pat 🙂
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You are so right about the real danger lying within.
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Comes with experience which at our age we surely must have 🙂
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I can’t argue with that!
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Never simple though, despite experience.
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Nothing in life is simple, it seems.
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Yes, somehow I thought lief would be less complicated, but no.
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Very clever poem
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Thank you
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