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Life On The Chess Board - Cinquain
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Railing at the Moon We pawns
Pace out our board
Playthings of the elite
Thriving and falling to amuse
The sick
Take hold
Move out of turn
Topple ivory towers
Black or white, lofty kings and queens
Checkmate
The rules
Written to rule
Torn up, in turmoil, chance
Take control, live, don’t play their game
Play yours!
It's not only a game for the elite, but I would say, this is more of a brain teaser. The stimulants involved in this board game are the Rules very hard to condescend. Once you compromise your move, there, Check Mate! If you play well, then you are an intellectual Comptroller.
Anyway, this poem is short but very well-defined in its purpose. Imagery is not lacking. The reader who is a chess player can relate to what you're talking about. That means the imagination of playing the game is much alive.
Cheers!
"Did not our heart burn within us?" ~Luke 24:32