A Game

A poem about playing a specific game.

A Game

I sat there, thinking long and hard

No expression on my face, I have to keep on guard

I carefully make my move

Hoping, I am in my groove

 

I look at his face to see a reaction

I wonder if he has a plan of action

He seems alarmingly calm

I hope I didn’t just drop the bomb

 

A bit of time passes

He is getting nervous even behind those glasses

He finally decides what to do

Watching him eagerly, I let out a big “whew”

 

My mind in overdrive, this is getting serious

I almost feel I am going delirious  

At this point we are both dripping in sweat

Glaring at one another like we are a threat  

 

I will not be made a clown

I take another glance down

 

Suddenly I get this feeling of overwhelmed joy

I had finally beaten the poor boy

I get up to shake his hand and thank him

He shaking my hand back, looking defeated and grim.

 

By: Kimber Gillingham

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Children and games. Boys don't like to lose. I liked the thoughts and the ending. Your good description made the situation come alive for the reader. Thank you Kimberly for sharing the amazing poetry.
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