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Click hereSo maybe it's like two kids
returning to school
after summer break.
Picking up a friendship
as if they had been together
only yesterday.
Or a chess game
that goes on and on,
for days, weeks, months.
Each move and counter
excites a conversation.
Neither looks to win, only play.
There is no time,
only hours, days weeks.
Meaningless measurements.
The occasional milestone
holiday
offering up a thoughtful pause.
And so our conversation goes on
and on,
with timeless breaks leaving dust
on the chess board.
The next word blows away the dust.
The conversation continues.
We're like this.
I know nothing about poetry, btw. Just what I like and don't. I like your style.
;)
if you would be quite so happy to converse with Poet Guy as with, say, Angeline and her, well, girliness.
Poet Guy plays chess exceedingly badly, though. Perhaps that might compensate for his lacking external appeal.
Anyway, good poem. Poet Guy liked it.
very well thought out leading to the last stanza that ties it all up and says it all really
simplicity is what I would call this poem. All the events are not grand or spectacular, and the poem is written in a voice of subtlety. I like.
a conversation with a friend, or a letter from a friend. I've always enjoyed your work, Fool. This one as well.
~ maria
You have a way of taking something mundane and making it thoughtful, something to be considered. And I agree with friday that the warmth underlying the whole poem is really inviting.