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Chess in the afternoon sun. Jazz floats over the silky couch. Backs ache, while hearts break. Bishop takes knight, and France falls again.
The masks are all broken under the cerulean blue skies, while she eats berries, and smiles in her pink polka dot dress. The pawns are all smug, and queenie's on the rag. Italy surrenders, and from the grave, Charlie Parker still hammers home those soft amber notes. I can smell her heat, and I think they play Jazz in hell.
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This is one interesting game of chess you have going on here. Countries falling and a queenie on her rag all while there is a blue sky and smooth jazz. Quite the opposites going on in this scene.
you've sure got it going on here. very cool poetry just like that jazz and game of chess. the queen made me chuckle. top notch any way you look at it. too bad about france. your move. checkmate.
Jazz in hell and a tribute to some great performers... I like the way you structured the poem... politics, chess, jazz and Hell, what a combination, but you do it so effortlessly... well done Thomas!
Warmly, B
Such a great write. The idea of pairing jazz and chess as well as hell masterful. I think that they play jazz in hell, in heaven and here on earth. Music is the fabric of the universe.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..