Playing with the Queen of Hearts

Tree reflections in red Studebaker

Hello again, dear friends and family.

Ready for the daily update?

First of all, Upper Michigan languishes in gray.  We’ve talked about this before.  Gray skies, blueish gray snow, gray faces, gray dispositions.  OK, I’m kind of kidding about the gray faces, but everything else is accurate.

We’ve seen the sun briefly.  It peeks its head out from the clouds, sticks out its yellow tongue, and disappears again.  Sometimes it stays around for a few hours, but rarely.  We all need to take Vitamin D-3.  Ask my dad.  It’s especially good for us cloud-covered northern dwellers.

I took dozens of icicle photos to show you today.  But guess what?  Only one turned out halfway decent.  All the others looked like gray blurriness.  What else can we expect on a gray day?

Icicles from the garage roof

Because the icicle photos refused to cooperate and because I have nothing else to say, I am going to paste & copy a poem.  One of my spiritual-type poems shared elsewhere on this on-line world.  (You were spared my poetry last year because none really fit appropriately into the outdoor blog.)

I even took photos to accompany the poem.  Here we go:

House made of cards

Our house of should and shouldn’t
Remember when, on a lark, we built that house of cards?
Mama showed us how to lean the King of Spades
against the Queen of Hearts.
On our knees, laughing, we created our flimsy house.
You grabbed the ten of diamonds; shouted “up!”
I found the ten of clubs
bellowed “down!”
Each card gleamed in lamplight as we built,
carefully, just so, a magic creation,
don’t upset the pack.
Here, there.
Yes, no.
Love, hate.
“I am!” you shrieked.
“I’m not!” I screamed.
For hours we played, months, full-mooned years.
Better than pick-up sticks, our favorite game,
our house of should and shouldn’t.
One day a lifetime later you brood in the game,
distraught, annoyed, weary.
“It’s not real!” you whisper suddenly
and with swishing arms
knock the whole thing down.
You laugh suddenly, your eyes lighting up,
joy on your face.
“Real,” I say softly as you scamper away.
I kneel with cards scattered across the hardwood,
trying desperately to re-construct the house.
The Jack refuses to support anyone.
The two card flutters into its own heart.
The house is gone.
Yet I sit here still, trying, trying,
while you wash dishes, carry laundry.

Yes, cards everywhere

Poetry Post Script.  After I threw the cards all around and randomly turned over the Queen of Hearts and the Joker…guess what song came on the radio immediately thereafter?
Playing with the Queen of Hearts by Juice Newton.  Odd that the song mentions the two cards I randomly chose for the photograph.
It is a strange and synchronistic world. 

About Kathy

I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.
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8 Responses to Playing with the Queen of Hearts

  1. Dawn says:

    When you think about it our whole life may just be a house of cards..or not. Depends on us I guess, and what we believe.

    • Kathy says:

      Dawn, perhaps it is! A house of cards that we build up with such care…and…swoosh…down it goes. Whether this is discouraging or encouraging, I think that depends on our point of view.

  2. p.j. grath says:

    One beautiful icicle photograph is no less beautiful for being unique. The Studebaker is colorful. It reminds me, also, of the county fair in Newberry we once attended. So many car projects guys had completed over the long U.P. winter!

    • Kathy says:

      The beautiful icicle photograph thanks you, Pamela! It says, “Are you missing us yet?” LOL! Yes, that 1949 Studebaker truck is indeed very colorful. Very bright red.

  3. Kathy, here I thought you had all the sun and were hording it out east. I tell you, the rain has been pounding on our tin roof all day. I mean pounding. I posted a rose-hip photo in support of Haiti but it was also in support of me because it is the only bright spot in the last few days. It is so gray out side…. well, you know what it is like – except we have no snow.

    Your poem is lovely Kathy … and I hope your are enjoying your expanded blogging context.

    • Kathy says:

      Oh man, Terrill, I am trying to imagine pounding-down rain. Do you like the sound on your tin roof? Does it help your creativity or drive you crazy? You don’t have to answer that…I suppose it depends on your mood. (I accidently typed “moon”.) Thank you for liking the poem. I do like being able to put more tidbits of creativity in this new blog. Hope you get some sun soon. (We got some today!)

  4. Cindy Lou says:

    I was trying to figure out what the trees were reflected in before I scrolled down…..didn’t guess it, but smiled at Mr. Studebaker in all his glory! 🙂

    Beautiful poem, Kathy….thanx for sharing!

  5. Kathy says:

    You were so right, Cindy. It WAS Mr. Studebaker! I like photographing him. He’s a fine distinguished gentleman of a truck. Glad you liked the poem, too. I usually only write poems when I’m in an emotional space. When I’m not emotional it’s very challenging to write poetry.

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