Oh yes, it's like that. I learned chess in college playing against the city, Lincoln, Nebraska, college town, champ. It got so that I could beat him about one of three games. I never played in competition. ..
Ha ha, looking at the literal interpretation, I have to say I was always hopeless at chess myself for that same reason – kept wanting to play it like checkers. (Yes, probably a bit like that in relationships too: impatient.)
Hi Helen, I'm posting here for your "imagine, forty summers ago" posted for the post this week. It lacks a 'click here' button for comments. .. The memories that writer must have, maybe it was for the better they separated. Very nice, now we know. ..
I love this. Such a powerful metaphor. Love the strong verbs: stumbling, crashing. Yes. I've been there.
ReplyDeleteI love the extended chess metaphor, Helen.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is wonderful, Helen! What a great metaphor, and it flows so well.
ReplyDeleteWhen two play at love and neither wants to play by the rules, both lose. Those last 2 lines say it all. Nicely done, Helen!
ReplyDeleteWe need not play the games. I love this!
ReplyDeleteI love chess, but not stumbling knights or crashing rooks.❤️
ReplyDeleteReally good, Helen...yes, strategies destined to fail!
ReplyDeleteI like this take on the prompt. Good quadrille.
ReplyDeleteNot a good ending with the last 2 lines. Time to move on!
ReplyDeletePerhaps, the game was destined to fail. Interesting take on the word map. Truedessa
ReplyDeleteI love what you did with this prompt. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWow! What a "stumble" through. Hole there were lessons learnt playing the game.
ReplyDeleteMuchđź’–love
Oh yes, it's like that. I learned chess in college playing against the city, Lincoln, Nebraska, college town, champ. It got so that I could beat him about one of three games. I never played in competition.
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That time when we were simply playing... life was easier then.
ReplyDeleteHa! Oh Helen, you make me laugh! It definitely be like that sometimes!
ReplyDeleteSometimes we know the end of the game at the beginning. I wonder why we keep on playing...
ReplyDeleteHa ha, looking at the literal interpretation, I have to say I was always hopeless at chess myself for that same reason – kept wanting to play it like checkers. (Yes, probably a bit like that in relationships too: impatient.)
ReplyDeleteHi Helen, I'm posting here for your "imagine, forty summers ago" posted for the post this week. It lacks a 'click here' button for comments.
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The memories that writer must have,
maybe it was for the better they separated.
Very nice, now we know.
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