Hearts, diamonds, spades, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds… WUAARPFFF, WUARPFF… my hands learning how to handle the deck of cards I dealt myself with, shuffling them and not dealing or playing with them just the beautiful sounds, the cards make when being forced to bend and snap like practicing a squat, the tongue it speaks when they are mixed together this must be one of my favorite sounds. The feeling of the cards tickling your palm, oh snap 2 of clovers.

All fifty-four yes fifty-four because life is dull without jokers, playing music and dancing with my fingers I still step on their corners still let them fall still these inexperienced hands stumble.

The wind brings the smell of my favorite dance to my nose the cool wind caresses my boiling face today I had a bit of an over dose of sunshine D, I see how all the nature keeps standing keeps growing, the sound the clouds whisper thunder, these are cards in my hands, I like shuffling them, Hearts, diamonds, spades, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds… WUAARPFFF, WUARPFF…

The hands we are dealt in life can never be a bad hand; play life face up the deck is filled with beautiful cards, often we do not see the value in what and whom we have, dress in yourself in what suits you best. You are not a deck of bicycles nor are you deck of cards this is the truth you are child of God

All hearts lead to home all shovels are meant for building all clovers are there to inspire hope all diamonds are reflections of us.

This was bit different, hope you enjoy thank you for reading

Peace and Love

                                                                               RMDPoetry.