The Sweet game of Life

Just some ideas on Life. How it is in essence a game, distorted by perception. Like a game of chess and we are all pieces, each move affecting another's.

beauty is but a mirrors edge

and the blessed eyes touch

for what is beauty

without perception?

what is arrogance without vanity?

or pride without sin?

What are we mere mortals?

but pawns of perception

and of reflection?

What are we mere mortals?

but pieces of a game we know not of,

standing we know not where

for whom

or why?

What piece are we?

angel, deamon, god, spirit

dragon, death or human.

we know not what we are

in this grand game of Life.

oh my dear mere mortals.

what a sweet game Life is.

and what sweet rules of life there are

of which we know none

but that it has an end.

Author's Note

Please ignore the spelling of deamon (demon) it is a habit i rather like.

Reviews

[Traci]

I am really surprised you do not have more views/comments on this beautiful piece. It was nicely written with so many questions to ponder, answers we may never get. The game of life, such a wondrous mystery.

what is arrogance without vanity?
or pride without sin?
What are we mere mortals?
but pawns of perception
and of reflection?

Love this stanza, great job!!

[John Holmes]

Thank you so much! I also love that stanza!
I don't know, I don't have many people on here so that might explain the lack of views etc.

[Traci]

My pleasure :)

[Leica]

nicely written.. so many questions we each carry and I wonder do we ever find the answers..
(a wee typo in this line: "and what sweet rules of life their are"..their=there)
:-)

[Jenni Robinson]

i like it a lot