Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Checkmate

photo by Damien Derouene

©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

Your every move is cagey, I suspect;
and thus I am a trifle circumspect
in interactions co-opted by you.

It's true. You are the barefaced bane of banes.
That I must keep my eye on you explains
my sheer distaste when I must take that view.

I see the games you play. Oh yes, I see.
And I shall counter each one warily
until your sound defeat signals we're through.

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6 comments:

SilverGardenia said...

I love the feel of the rhythm. The poem catches the girl's expression perfectly!

Cat-tails: here be wagging tales said...

Spoken like a true chess player and keen observer of life's games. ;)

Sandra said...

a good eye..:)

jen said...

How I felt voting today.

Pondside said...

Lovely poem - and I can certainly move my focus from chess to life's greatest impostor as I read it.

LeAnn said...

More that one meaning in this clever poem; I see. Loved it~

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