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Many Moves Ahead

Inspired by The Sunday Muse #181:



This feels like the beginning of a sheaf of rules,
Small print, thin paper, ghosting of another language.

This feels like a question at the point of a lance:
Where are you going and why should I allow you to?

This feels like a determinative intelligence test:
Guess which bubbles lead to a happy, remunerative end.

Except

It's only a game and his board is all set.

Hoping everyone is having a bright October and a cozy fall. It's not quite cozy here yet...but Halloween has arrived. :) 


-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. HelenOctober 9, 2021 at 11:45 AM

    And I say ... walk away, simply walk away. Great write Ms. Chrissa.

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  2. CharleyOctober 9, 2021 at 11:55 AM

    Absolutely brilliant! It's not about a high-stakes test, it's about playing a game.

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  3. Carrie Van HornOctober 9, 2021 at 11:59 AM

    Yes, yes, it does! I love "this feel like a question at the point of a lance" , and I can relate to the sentiments flowing here my friend. Happy October Saturday Chrissa!

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  4. FireblossomOctober 9, 2021 at 12:40 PM

    Bubbles are notoriously unreliable as guides!

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  5. Marion HortonOctober 9, 2021 at 3:03 PM

    This sounds like a serious game indeed! Great response and write.

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  6. kaykualaOctober 9, 2021 at 7:40 PM

    Yes, it's only a game but played with strategies and intelligent moves
    that strike hard on the mind!

    Hank

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  7. robkistnerOctober 10, 2021 at 1:13 AM

    I like what you’ve done here Chrissa. And it’s all art and all is games. Nice write!

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  8. robkistnerOctober 10, 2021 at 2:19 AM

    Come play chess with me Chrissa!

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  9. ✿October 10, 2021 at 6:21 AM

    This is excellent. I especially favor the opening lines.

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  10. rallentandaOctober 10, 2021 at 7:38 AM

    Just a board game....IQ tests are never an indication of real intelligence.

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  11. TruedessaOctober 10, 2021 at 7:45 AM

    Ah that lance can be dangerous...

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  12. Gillena CoxOctober 10, 2021 at 8:45 AM

    The repetitive narrative statement reminded me of the 'boomerang methaphor' form
    A lovely poem.
    Happy Sunday Chrissa

    Much💜love

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  13. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 10, 2021 at 9:59 AM

    A complicated game. I avoid them. Smiles.

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  14. indybevOctober 10, 2021 at 10:32 AM

    My grandfather whipped me routinely at checkers. I shudder to think what would happen to me at chess! Loved your poem.

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  15. qbitOctober 10, 2021 at 6:27 PM

    "a sheaf of rules, / Small print, thin paper, ghosting of another language." Oh! Oh! Oh! So good! Then "This feels like a question at the point of a lance:" amazing.

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  16. ms_liliOctober 15, 2021 at 1:04 PM

    Games like that, I'd rather walk away and let them play with themselves.

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