Chess's Beauty Poem by Lazarus Knix

Chess's Beauty

Rating: 5.0


From right to left and back to right,
Is white to black and back to white.
And the only sound that’s ever scored,
Is royal footsteps on the board.

A priest’s reach across the squares-
Ensnares a blackened peasant there.
Yet horsemen flank him from the rear,
And without words, he disappears.

Pity chess is not like life,
One side black, the other white.
For then men wouldn’t wonder hard,
Who their friends and enemies are.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patrick A. Martin 14 July 2009

Ah, but 'tis like life win or lose and reset the board as the game of life goes on.

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