Potluck Poetry #14 - The Chess Game

This is one I wrote earlier, but I'm doing a rerun for Potluck. My first Petrarchan sonnet.

Set up the board and choose a side - you're white
And I am black. Let's start this game of chess.
So as your pawn moves out I must confess,
My mind grows dim, although my eyes shine bright,
And then I send my troops in to the fight.
I look and plan and move then feel the stress,
Of knowing I will soon be in a mess,
And I'm unable to avoid this plight.
You are superior to me by far,
Your nimble brain is way ahead of mine
In planning moves so far across the board.
Confused, I'm falling like a shooting star;
You calculate, and wear a hapless guise,
Then pierce my king through with your mighty sword.

Ok, I haven't written here in ages. Guilt. Lashings with wet noodles.
Now...out in the real world, the biggest thing happening in my life, I guess, is that Kate, my beautiful daughter, is in Mexico for the summer. She is learning that she still has a lot to learn about understanding the Spanish language, and is taking classes there for the next 9 weeks.
The other biggest thing is that Mike, my amazing son, graduated. From college. No, I'm not really that old. Yes, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. And...yes, he will be moving back home. At least for a little while.
So, here is a sonnet that has nothing to do with any of that :o)


Light and Shadow

The sun comes out and beams his smile at me
And I return his grin in Cheshire style
The light shines down on everything I see
Exposing every detail without guile
And while I know this lovely light to be
Beneficent, I am not in denial
The lovely silver moon’s what I prefer.
The softer sister who inhabits night
Who’s lesser light is striking, yet demure
She lets the shadows coexist with light,
Yet keeps her place among the stars secure.
Together light and shadow make the whole
Just like confused impulses of my soul.

Sonnet #4 - The Chess Game

So here is sonnet #4, a Petrarchan one this time. This is my first, and was more difficult. I don't quite like the way it flows (or doesn't flow, actually) - but hey, it's DONE!

Sonnet #4

Set up the board and choose a side - you're white
And I am black. Let's start this game of chess.
So as your pawn moves out I must confess,
My mind grows dim, although my eyes shine bright,
And then I send my troops in to the fight.
I look and plan and move then feel the stress,
Of knowing I will soon be in a mess,
And I'm unable to avoid this plight.
You are superior to me by far,
Your nimble brain is way ahead of mine
In planning moves so far across the board.
Confused, I'm falling like a shooting star;
You calculate, and wear a hapless guise,
Then pierce my king through with your mighty sword.