Oh, Thinking Man

I hope you all are doing well, my family & friends. I know it's been over 3 weeks since I lasted posted something. However, I didn't feel comfortable with any of the poems that I had written during this time. As I'm sure you all know, the creative process is incredibly difficult. Though a part of me desperately wanted to throw something out there just to appease my promise of a poem a week, I felt that I would be slighting myself considerably to do that. My poem had to be worth your time. It had to be worth my passion. It had to be complete. So, without further ado...I present to you my poem. It is titled "Oh, Thinking Man" and it's dedicated to the beauty that is Chess. The ultimate test of patience, wisdom, strategy, foresight, and skill. Chess is not a game. It's an experience. I hope you enjoy and I look forward to your comments. Thank you so very much!

Oh, Thinking Man

I’m not complex,
My flat world is rather elementary,
But Thinking Man, I’m difficult to master,
Though you’ve tried for centuries.

Your quarters hold little space,
Only two of you embrace the confines,
You rule 32 and have control over all time.

Oh, Thinking Man,
I love that you are fascinated by my stage - you marvel,
In any shape & shade,
Be it metal, wood, or marble.

Oh, Thinking Man,
Yet you take me for a fool,
Why should I be distracted,
By those initially confused,
With no hope of traveling backwards.

Oh, Thinking Man,
You impress me,
Not the fastest, nor the strongest,
Your patience, your wisdom,
You’re cunning with the horses.

Oh, Thinking Man,
Your mind is a fortress,
You move so natural,
Just when I think I’ve cornered you,
You choose to castle.

Oh, Thinking Man,
I respect your faith,
How your gentry,
Is protected by the two highest in your ministry.

Oh, Thinking Man,
What a strange relationship that lives in your throne,
Her majesty holds all the influence, but her mate,
Brings your kingdom to ruin when he’s faced with no escape.

And I cringe at the thought of who best represents you Thinking Man,
That Fischer King,
Once captivated the world, now a recluse champion.

Still I long for the conflict,
The parks, the coffee shops,
The opportunity to see your thoughts build...
...and your empire fall apart.

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