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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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JUNE 13, 2010 8:27PM

Chess #2. Sunday June 13, 2010

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My brother, during attic renovation,
Sent out a wooden chess set from my dad.
Its men all mark traditional formation,
More regal than the plastic set I had
With pieces that would topple when you sneeze,
That I had used till now, to teach my son.
And if you tapped the table with your knees,
Then CRASH.  Game over.  Start another one.
He loves the wooden set.  Its strength and weight
Must seem a bit more grown-up than the plastic.
It does to me; my balance sheet of late
Would make this sort of purchase really drastic.
It's nice that it had wound up with my brother,
And crossed one generation, then another.
And maybe when the next one comes along,
It might evoke a pride that's just as strong.

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"And crossed one generation, then another"
I've spent my weekend back on my genealogy kick, so this I understand. Passing down things, stories, family. Great DB
I love family heirlooms, some like yours quite impressive. I have a few pieces of old crystal, a dish with eagles that was my grandfather's, and initialed pin of a favorite aunt, I treasure these. TY.
I have three brothers, I adore them. Great poetry, as usual!
Very nice, I am just picturing you spending time with your son, teaching him chess. R.
Something we all can relate to...heritage, legacy, emulation....love...games that lead to passions....Nice job!
Chess has, for me,
In invitation into strategy
Of false device, elation
Out of guise and swift surprise,
A subtle succubus of intellect
And gross sadistic compilation
Something queasy dealing disaster
Makes me uneasy with its abrasion.
A tough discipline to master,
I feel no joys in its tricky ploys.
It becomes for me, exercise
Maneuvering for dark joys,
Quiet angers in white and black
To delight in retreat and attack.
"And if you tapped the table with your knees,
Then CRASH. Game over. Start another one."

Acquiring a heavier set of chess pieces seems like a rite of passage. Very nice work.
I wonder if the set finds its way to the youngest family member currently learning. I wonder if some pieces pass themselves down through generations. Lovely link as you teach the game to your son.
The history and secrets of the wood, the fitting touch. Enjoy the game!
I also love the part about "tapping the table with your knees, then CRASH" -- I remember that too often when trying to play chess w/ my sister growing up. Of course, it also got me out of a lot of checkmates when I didn't want to lose....