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Sitting in the kitchen
playing Mahjong
she chooses tiles
with a satisfying click~
match: spring and winter
match: south winds
match: slash sevens
Every tile has a match,
but sometimes
the pairs never come together.
This is wonderful! It is very common, yet you've really put a larger meaning in there too. Perfect!
ReplyDeleteThank you...I hope it wasn't too simple.
DeleteSad...I like the tactile feel of this the feel and sound of the tiles...Great write, Mary!
ReplyDeleteThanks Hannah. :o)
ReplyDeleteSo true! Neatly composed, a very satisfying read.
ReplyDeleteSadly yes. Thank you Dave.
Deletereally nice metaphor...and so true...there is a big difference between the two....
ReplyDeleteI like the everyday tiles, and that matching that never comes, superb metaphor ~
ReplyDeleteYeah that good match sometimes is just out of reach.
ReplyDeleteNicely done! I like the matched pairs metaphor. Deceptively simple, like B.C. This poem reminded me so much of my mother and her cronies playing mah jong every week! I can't seem to grasp the game myself...
ReplyDeleteThanks for playing along!
yeah, sometimes they never do. love that observation.
ReplyDeleteNice click of tiles, and having been fairly addicted to playing Mahjong on the computer, I share the frustration of the mismatch.
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful! Clicks ~ I can hear them. I've never played Mahjong, perhaps I should?
ReplyDeleteI love the ending...so much truth in it.
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