The Chess Match Poem by Alyssa Rieper
The Chess Match
The steam exerted fills the room
In a test, a game, a match till doom
A chess set sits upon a desk
Each piece in a strategic mess
Player One brisks his chin
Player Two looks up at him
The moves are planned, not to fate
Yet, in the end, its stale mate
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5/3/2024 2:47:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I liked the detail in your poem...memorable. It also flowed very well. Take care. -Michael