Hello Thomas, from where did this come? It is truly inspired writing. From the very first stanza we know we are going someplace special. “Sunlight leans over the board like an irritated instructor.” Of course your opponent is eating blackberries, that is so perfect, but no one else would have thought to include it. Oh that queen with her bloody intentions. You hit this one out of the ballpark my friend, way out.
As I read this one, I kept feeling there was more going on here than a chess game, especially when the lady's dress climbed higher. Actually, nothing more overt occurred, but I couldn't get away from the feeling that a competition more serious than chess was happening. As to Charlie Parker and the jazz in hell, I don't have a clue.
Hello Thomas, from where did this come? It is truly inspired writing. From the very first stanza we know we are going someplace special. “Sunlight leans over the board like an irritated instructor.” Of course your opponent is eating blackberries, that is so perfect, but no one else would have thought to include it. Oh that queen with her bloody intentions. You hit this one out of the ballpark my friend, way out.
Wow! A man of so many means! Just when I think I have this author figured out, he reveals even more! Absolutely fascinating!
It is, indeed, like watching a very interesting game of chess.
Every move reveals more of him.
Check and check, mate.
A very descriptive scene, Thomas, full of yesteryear and what we did then... I can almost smell the place from your vivid descriptions.... the old days of chess and jazz...smoking...and you make the chess pawns come alive!..."dust hanging in the light"and you bring in what's going on in the outside world as well...
NICE!
Warmly, B
In your traditional must and grit you weave a tale of life that most of us know but somehow have forgot. Through the words memories bleed through and pool. Your style like the blues was hard to get used to Thomas but now it permeates my soul and its slow beat pulls at the soul and wails with each heart beat. It is most lovely feeling worn, tattered, beaten, a part of life. Thank you for your poems my friend
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..