Saturday, April 13, 2013

Playing Games


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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 for IGwRT and NaPoWriMo Day #13.

14 comments:

  1. This is wonderful! It is very common, yet you've really put a larger meaning in there too. Perfect!

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    1. Thank you...I hope it wasn't too simple.

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  2. Sad...I like the tactile feel of this the feel and sound of the tiles...Great write, Mary!

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  3. So true! Neatly composed, a very satisfying read.

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  4. really nice metaphor...and so true...there is a big difference between the two....

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  5. I like the everyday tiles, and that matching that never comes, superb metaphor ~

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  6. Yeah that good match sometimes is just out of reach.

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  7. Nicely 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...

    Thanks for playing along!

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  8. yeah, sometimes they never do. love that observation.

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  9. Nice click of tiles, and having been fairly addicted to playing Mahjong on the computer, I share the frustration of the mismatch.

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  10. This is delightful! Clicks ~ I can hear them. I've never played Mahjong, perhaps I should?

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  11. I love the ending...so much truth in it.

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