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(Played) In The Minors.

Played games like ours for years

A sore loser I'm afraid

Think I'm becoming too old for participating

Must've gathered by now I play to win.

 

Secrets love to unfold themselves

Like a hands bent fingers revealing its palm

Note the crack here in this life-line

Where I cut and bled you out, stanley knife, bit of salt,

A deep wound you were, now somehow you aren't.

 

Been warned before

You to me was easy, child's play,

Must've known by now I'm impulsive like that,

Again, why we competed side by side,

Only ever in the minors.

◄ Plenty More Fish In The Sea.

House Party ('09). ►

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<Deleted User> (6517)

Tue 21st Sep 2010 10:12

- competing with a 'friend' of mine for more/for less but we only ever play each other 'in the minors', we both kind of know it could never be any more so we play games with one another. i guess the poem's about me finally having enough of just 'playing'/ being played by someone who i thought cares about me but musn't. it's the idea of i'll play but i always lose when it comes to them because they're better at it/they aren't a very nice person? Isobel's pretty much got me down to a tee (well done mind) xx

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Andy N

Mon 20th Sep 2010 08:20

there is something on and off on here for me, or perhaps it is something that one person wants than the other.

Perhaps the answer is in this line 'Secrets love to unfold themselves' which is my favourite line... It's a mystery that perhaps there is only one detective can unfold..

interesting stuff, i like it... x

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Isobel

Sun 19th Sep 2010 12:09

If I were to guess, I would say this is about an off/on relationship, where hurt so deep has been inflicted that now the scars are toughened, resistant to any further infliction.

Would agree that the last verse is hard to fathom - that 'why' doesn't seem to fit cos it isn't a question. It feels to me like it should be a 'while'.

Moving a realtionship beyond the minors isn't easy for many of us. Needles and haystacks come to mind...

I like the poem - it is enigmatic but not too so.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 19th Sep 2010 11:59

This is hard to fathom, and yet I do like it. I do get 'the minors', of course, and 'I play to win'; 'I'm impulsive like that'. etc. Would you be willing to offer any explanation, a practice I usually don't like?

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