Checkmate

Life, while not a game still conforms to various rules...

Calm is just another four-letter word 

Held to tightly between the ticks of life's clock 

Tangible only in it's constant absence 

Only seconds to spare for another move 

Divided battlefield of both light and darkness 

Hoping each calculated risk avoids sudden removal 

Constantly placing us in check to see us move 

Sacrificial pawns used to shield from damage 

Bishops crisscross about our faithful thoughts 

Rooks slow to change to keep us in line 

Knights jumping to our defense from the corners 

Kings slow to move unless castles are involved 

Where queens move and commands utmost reverence 

Even from those below a king's station or authority 

Protecting the most important pieces with zeal 

Even if overlooked by the armies of others 

To see them across the the chaos before them 

Other side a metamorphosis of character awaiting 

Willing agents of this change loyal and true 

Fearing not the darkness forming before us all 

Wanting to put life in its place for another so adored 

Checkmate for the heart and soul of someone so pure 

Worthy of sacrifice till it all starts anew 

As the colors and shapes may change from day to day 

The game can be modified and altered over time 

But the pieces remain the same in role and place 

Guarding others from checkmate as long as they can 

Reviews

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

I like the flow of this piece. Since I am a chess player, I know the meaning of the pieces and so may have had a deeper incite to your careful and skillful use of words in the actions of the pieces. But this tells the whole story of life and to take note of what is precious. This is a good write. Thank you

[Wynter Ignatius]

Thank you - a few chess related lines lead to the muse and I playing together quite well on this one.

[SPINNING ON that dizzy edge]

that is fun. just liked everything about this poem!