The pawns move forward only to block forward movement by black.
Trapped.
The bishop slides across the board tempting capture.
The queen holds ground waiting....waiting.
My days move on.
Not getting enough done, leaving it all till a day off.
I let it go, I play catch-up.
Which is fine, because after all
It's plowing through.
It's work.
Just keep moving.
It's just that the end game never comes.
When,
win or lose,
There is at least a hand shake and closure.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Super Duper
She asked me a simple question.
One that I'd rather not have had her ask
because it meant she knew.
What she knew now
was that I once,
so full of potential and spiritual purpose,
am a disappointment
and a cynical one at that.
Awesome.
One that I'd rather not have had her ask
because it meant she knew.
What she knew now
was that I once,
so full of potential and spiritual purpose,
am a disappointment
and a cynical one at that.
Awesome.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
enough
It is not enough.
Not enough to dream of pretty things.
To think of happy things.
It is not enough.
It is not enough to look right.
act right.
talk right. Ahem. Speak correctly.
It is not enough.
It is not enough.
Enough with the not enough.
Give me Jesus.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Nonetimes.
I am sometimes poetic.
Sometimes profound.
Sometimes amusing-
Fun to be around
Sometimes useful
Sometimes clear.
But tonight I'm
Not one of those things, I fear.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
March 6
oh so gently, gracefully
she pawed at my leg
and I a little father up
in the hierarchy of needs
knew she wanted affection
she jumped up and faced the other way
and I saw in this
a need for companionship
and a simultaneous desire
for independence.
I was struck by the depths of feeling
this pup was capable of
Until I looked where she was looking.
Her water dish was empty.
And when I filled it,
She was complete.
And I
was jealous.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Looking for green.
Looking for the scent of sprinklers,
of morning rain.
Listening for
the sound of cicadas that will
creep me out and get on my last nerve
come September.
Looking for sunlight lingering until
it actually is night
rather than afternoon.
Pulling on my gloves,
heading out into the cold rain
with my chin tucked under.
I'm looking for You.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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