~ POETRY IS NOT CHASE GAME ~
Ms. Nivedita. UK
Puny Pawn
Blink and frown.
Kinetic Knight moves angular
Words appear hazy blur.
Rock Rook has linear move
Words trove groove.
Bishop airs sermon diagonal
Words fly away tangential.
Doped consonant King
Ploddingly one move can bring.
My words are not Queen
With myriad bow and swing.
Poetry is not chase game
For me a torture tame.
I wait for that poetic vowel
User-friendly loyal royal
Till then I stay like coil.
In readers oceanic love swell
Sure I’ll find my abode cell.
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Your beautiful maneuvers Black or white pause over Bishop swindles King castles Rook swayed the safety Her majesty Eighth ranked pawn Word promotion Thought provocation Heart liberation
e4 d4 c4 b4 How can my Knight cross these lines before Poetry is certainly not a game Love swells and stem Melody melts and tame LOL.... Overjoyed
Well expressed.Absolutely true.Indeed it's a wonderful poem. I reall loved these lines. Puny Pawn Blink and frown. Kinetic Knight moves angular Words appear hazy blur. Rock Rook has linear move Words trove groove. Bishop airs sermon diagonal Words fly away tangential. Doped consonant King Ploddingly one move can bring. My words are not Queen With myriad bow and swing. Lovely and I really enjoyed this poem.Thanks for sharing.
hi niv its marvelous i agree with you -'poetry is not a chess game '.i will give you 10 out of 10 -adil: -)
A very nice poem, now all I have to do is learn how to play chess. See ya, Lynn.
Poetry is not chase game For me a torture tame Well-expressed truth on behalf of poets of all ages. The writing has some more value where values are very rarely practised now-a-days. Good poem with honestly pronounced personal realization. Regards, 10+ Apoet
Sorry to read such a comment in an international poetry forum, ‘I'm sorry I don't play chess.’…by some Senior Poet… Let us keep mum where we don’t understand poem … Dr. V PS Young poets may feel disappointed by such comments V
These words create a convoluted atmosphere, short of surrealistic idiom, simply because it moves in a matrix, of rapidly changing spatial spaces, some artist might think of dreaming this and the cells might be smaller to accomdate. I do not understand chess any how. Invariably I like the relatioship.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That poem has some life in it.