Chess

Chess

A Poem by Ben Martin

His board is weak.

It was set up that way.

 

The player tends to the

Defunct constitution

Of scattered particles,

 

He sees no end, playing

only for incremental

advantage, becoming

 

Lost in the grey between

the pieces and

the person.

© 2012 Ben Martin


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I like the way you compare a player who play without purpose, objective and goal. Just merely moving pieces without conscious effort or foresight of where its going . What is worse than losing a sight ? When we lose our vision...

Posted 10 Years Ago


One of the best opening lines I've read in ages

Posted 11 Years Ago


WELL DONE!
(sorry didn't mean to scream)
You've really got a nice handle on the meter.
i really like how you started off: "His board is weak. It was set up that way."
Great line.
Great poem...

Posted 11 Years Ago


I really like this! Love the last stanza!

Posted 11 Years Ago


wow very nicely written and expressed

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Mir
This poem proves that you can write about absolutley anything and it can be turned into a form of art! Great job! This was definitley a unique piece! :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Ben Martin

11 Years Ago

Thanks Miranda, that's very kind of you.
Mir

11 Years Ago

you're welcome! :)

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Added on December 31, 2012
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Ben Martin
Ben Martin

London, United Kingdom



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