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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5 comments:
I love the feel of the rhythm. The poem catches the girl's expression perfectly!
a good eye..:)
How I felt voting today.
Lovely poem - and I can certainly move my focus from chess to life's greatest impostor as I read it.
More that one meaning in this clever poem; I see. Loved it~
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