Friday, October 1, 2021

Poem I wrote

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A SMATTERING OF MATTERING 


Years ago


I began playing Scrabble online


When I first began it Mattered


It Mattered very much


My heart would race during a close game


If I won


I was gloriously triumphant 


If I lost


I was incensed with the defeat


I have played this game with the same bunch of women


For years


Sometimes I win


Sometimes I lose


(Much depends on "letter luck")


Occasionally I make a brilliant move


Occasionally I make a foolish move


But the most interesting thing to me


Is that now it barely matters


My heart does not pound


Winning and losing are both fine


The game is still fun and challenging


My neurons fire on cue


But it doesn't really Matter


Did I like it better when it Mattered?


No


Because it had control over me


Now I have control over it 


Because it barely Matters to me


Whether I win or lose

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