Chess in the Park
“What do you
make of time,
old friend?
“Whatever
do you mean?”
“Time, good chap,
or rather how
it moves across
one’s life.”
“Well, time is
a measurement
by which we rule
our days and nights
and all that’s
in between.”
“Yes, yes, I
know all that;
your science
is most astute.”
“Indeed.”
“But do you
ever wonder, sir,
how it is
that time
does move?”
“No, my friend,
I cannot say
that I have
ever wondered
this idea that
time may move.”
“Truly, sir?”
“Truly, sir.”
“Then truly I shall explain.
Have you ever
noticed that
the youth
complain of time?
They say it takes
too long to
get where ever
they are going.
It’s almost as if
time moves slower
when we are younger,
but as we grow older
it quickens; we
never seem to
have enough,
and what we do
then slips through
our grasp and
hastens away.
Have you ever noticed this?”
“Indeed, I think I have.
But really, sir, your
mind runs wild,
for time simply
does not move.
It is we, good sir,
that move through time,
like the pawns here
on this chessboard,
of which it is
your move.”
“Like pawns,
you say?”
“Like pawns,
says I.”
“So life then, sir
is but a game
to be played
like chess
on a board
in a park?”
“In a manner
of speaking,
yes, it is.”
“Then who is
playing the game?
Are we
controlling
ourselves,
good sir,
or are we
being played?”
“Quit rambling on,
you know my stance
on matters such as this.
I believe in science, sir!
And time – it does not move!”
“Apologies, friend,
for riling you so,
though I hold
what I said
to be true.
Time does indeed
move, just as the
seasons change;
we may not
see the actual
turn, but we
clearly are
affected.”
“Your apology is
accepted, friend,
though your notion
is still absurd.
But even still,
I hear your point,
and now, good sir,
your move.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Indeed, old chap.
Now make your
bloody move!”
You say that every time. :P
But thank you. :) I think I’m really starting to understand the personalities of these characters and how they interact with each other, but this was actually the last one I had written and typed up! There are no more in my documents! Dx
Don’t worry, though. I think we’ll be hearing from our two gentlemen again sometime soon. ;)
October 12, 2011 at 12:42 pm
Time . . . Slippery as an eel. The more if it we need, the less of it there is. Love the question though. Does time move like a river sweeping us along or do we move through it like a swimmer crosses a lake?
Now you’ve done it. Got me to ponderin’.
I really like the back and forth as well as the flow.
October 12, 2011 at 9:11 pm
Hahaha! Success! ;P
But thank you! This is actually the latest in a series of poems that I personally refer to as “The Gentlemen,” though I don’t have them labled as such. They’re all under “Poetics and Prose,” should you be interested in readind them. :)
October 12, 2011 at 9:21 pm
Very nice indeed – this was entertaining and thought-provoking. Good work!
October 13, 2011 at 8:59 am
Thank you! :)
October 13, 2011 at 9:03 am
The conversation is great, and it flows well!
October 14, 2011 at 7:10 pm
Thanks, Lara! ^_^
October 14, 2011 at 7:12 pm