No more black or white chessmen On the chessboard All is colored in red . The life became a bad game; You realize the gain Is that you are still alive Passers-by run through the puddles, My beloved time of the year . And I'm standing with a poster – NO WAR On the square Among the spring
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Posted: Mar 2022
About this poem:
I was going to write some other poem about the spring i love so much...but i cannot do it now... my brain is completely blocked.........
I completely understand Lily. Only my poem created juices dried up somewhere along the line during COVID and now the world seems to be going completely mad!! Take care and be safe dear poet.
I have chess on my nintendo ds, I play to lose most of the time to see how few moves to lose, having the king taken out and moving the queen out by herself usually works.
Comments (15)
to post it at the moment... Lily
Kathy
Such turbulence has forced you to write
about a red Spring, very understandable also heartbreaking.
Take care.
Lovely.
Dear SM thank you for your support.. We all hope for better. Lily
W15hf00L thanks for stopping by. much appreciated.