Pawn Takes Pawn

by Timothy M. Leonard

We know nothing, feel nothing
No sensations register in our finite being
The infinite is explored through music

We are a vehicle in the VOID where
Endless space has no definition,
no tangible shape or
Essence
Is

We are the source of joy
The constant unaware, unconscious
Vibrating.

Chesspieces remain static
On black and white squares
Patiently waiting
For a player to make a decision
A decision determining
Direction and finality of the game.

Players have lost interest
Sitting near the Irish fire
Watching flames leap across the universe.
The wind howls
Bending music.

Blackness watches from outside the window.

Glass suddenly shatters;
Broken chess pieces topple over.
The wind carries them away.

Tim Leonard, a Vietnam veteran, is a graduate of the University of Oregon. A poet, writer and digital photographer, his work has been published by CREATIVENUE.COM, POETRY SUPERHIGHWAY, STIRRING (V2EI), EBOOKSONTHE.NET, and JOURNAL E. An article and image on El Morro, N.M., will be published by KIDS HIGHWAY.COM in December. Mr. Leonard has extensive international hotel management experience.
Note: Featured author in December 2000
E-mail: tmleonard@earthlink.net
Writing interests: Travel, Children, Poetry, Prose
I.D. Theory articles: "Going North from Santa Fe", "Bali Creativity", "Old Man Hands", "Roof Ball", "Commentary in December", "Sun River", "Leaving Through DIA", "Pawn Takes Pawn", "Elements of Surprise and Laughter", "Field", "Gas is Cheap"
Digital art: "Cutting Fingers," "Error 404 File Not Found," "Scratch," "Remain in the View," "The Orchestra is in the Pits," "National Poetry Month," "Untitled Means Exactly What It Means," "Woman in Thorns," "Royalty Discussing Just Desserts," "Truth Clarity Power Immortality"
Links: Tim's Website