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Checkmate



My board awaits before me
Polished as if brand new
Not a single mark or scuff upon it
As if the game had never been played

The competition Is unmerciful
So I strategize every move
Boasting of my potential victory
Wringing my hands in nervous anticipation

And the game begins....

Knight moves, a bold gesture
A sentence forms at last
Pawns inch up to show support
Oh! the words roll in my head

Queen darts out, yes this is it
Shall a stanza form for me
I have you now, my lips exclaim
King left unguarded carelessly

For the mind it is a tricky thing
It knows all the moves you see
As I embraced the world of prose and rhyme
It moved in so stealthily

Checkmate!
My thoughts are gone

~THE FLOWING PEN~
4-7-2009



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