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Father taught me how to play chess
by Timothy WilsonI am the black king
You are the white king
My rooks are wit
My queen is wisdom
My pawns are self-doubt
But who needs those little guys anyway
My knights are persistence
My Castles are stamina
My strategy is forgiveness
White king,
Your rooks are deceit
Your queen is control
Your knights are narrow-mindedness
Your castles are misery
And your pawns are arrogance
The board is life
And I won
Checkmate
07/15/2011 Author's Note: About how forgiving my father has rid him of his control over me.
Posted on 07/15/2011
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 07/15/11 at 06:30 PM Nice, I would hope my children will also check mate me. Nice poem about stopping the cycle. At least that how I see it. Write on |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/15/11 at 07:11 PM Well done. Chess is so brutal - a great game to use for this metaphor. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/16/11 at 01:04 AM Chess is VERY brutal and forgiveness is one of the most liberating things we can do for ourselves, yet one of the most confining we can do (in many ways) for the person who hurt us; kudos to you for forgiving AND writing this awesome poem about it. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/16/11 at 10:07 PM Fantastic. Most of all at the end. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/16/11 at 10:11 PM Yeah, totally agree that forgiveness is much more about our inner condition than something we "grant" to one another. I needed to forgive my mother because NOT forgiving her made me ill. It opened all sorts of doors. Opened doors look good on you, Timothy. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/23/11 at 03:31 PM Nicely put Tim. Excellent use of extended metaphor. As a life long chess player, I really enjoyed how you expressed the personal situation here between you and your father. |
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