Chess

poem by: Dan Miltz
Written on Jan 11, 2017

It's a sixty four square board divided fight
Chessman rise, move among spaces out·right
It's high contrast, black and white
We sit over a table small
Making moves with our brains to a forward crawl
Both keeping mysteries to a concealed en·thrall

You a player... I'm game
White goes to start, me ac·claim
A superior approach, is it's aim
Moves are made, adapting, changing strategy exactly
With shapes, thoughts, expressing their beauty abstractly
Winning a piece, losing a piece, sacrificing a piece craft·i·ly

A real battle of good and evil
Trickery of territorial maneuver upheaval
Two little armies, stare at each other gleeful
Scheming to corner and overthrow the King
Ruler, Master of the board- - however, the most weak thing
When Master caught, checkmate; the battle end resulting

To the po·et·ics just penned
Peerless with poesy wisdom blend
The chess game war that end
Is a result of being outdone
By strategic attacks that begun
Five moves ahead of the residum

© daniel miltz

 

Tags: Imagery, Hope, Encouraging, Abstract, Deep,

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Edward shields commented:
If you know about chess, great poem.

 

 

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