Sure thing, a poem can be a bluff just like a hand in poker. You lay out those lines, you paint an image, but the truth could be hidden in the spaces between the words. Readers feel the tone, the rhythm, but the real message is sometimes a silent card, waiting for them to guess where the real value lies. Just like a bluff, you give enough to keep them guessing, but the payoff depends on how well you read their reactions.

I hear you. In a quiet hand, the best move is often the one nobody sees coming, and that’s the same with a poem that lets the reader find the real card in the silence.