Chess Pieces

Written for:  Sunday Muse #181

Imposing pieces.
there they stand
on their squares
patiently waiting for me.
I have the power.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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19 Responses to Chess Pieces

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    Yes each piece only moves at the hand of the player. Wishing you a wonderful weekend Sara!


  2. robtkistner says:

    Wielding that power can be quite intoxicating Sara — play it with vigor!


  3. Portofino says:

    Like chess; like poetry…. Well done!


  4. robtkistner says:

    Come play chess with me Sara!


  5. Helen Dehner says:

    You have a wonderful way with short poems that make an impact!! Cheers.


  6. wyndolynne says:

    Love the sense of intimidation of the pieces themselves.


  7. Sherry Marr says:

    Oh, very cool. Love that closing line.


  8. Beverly Crawford says:

    “I have the power”, she said. “For now”, they replied. Fun poem!


  9. Jim says:

    And if that upper hand doesn’t win
    a poor loser will cry and cry.
    I liked playing chess, now bragging, I was really good. Not Lincoln (Nebraska) city champ but I could beat him about 1/3 of our games.


  10. qbit says:

    Ah yes. Indeed you do. So important not to lose sight of your empowerment!


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