I was doing some Chessmaster tutorials yesterday, and it taught me something. I grew up in a way where manipulation was the only way that I could get what I thought I needed from people outside the family, and sometimes inside. Not because my childhood was extraordinarily traumatic, or because there’s anyone to blame in my estimation, but because my upbringing but socially strict. I wasn’t really allowed to have friends over, almost ever. So, in order to maintain relatively normal looking social relationships when I was at school, I learned to keep people at arms length through some tools of social engineering, let’s call them.
Because of having to do that, I feel guilty now, so in chess, I am afraid to sacrifice a piece to get a better position because there is a strong fear of needing any piece later on. This reflects how I have sincere people leaving me when I need support the most. I didn’t know it got that deep inside of me. It’s interesting how a game can often elucidated things outside it’s Amelia domain. I’ll never be a Chessmaster, but I will always love the game, for the puzzles, but also for the lessons.
Tonight is a sea of navy,
Where once there floated a river of light,
Noticeably absent, is your smiling face,
And your pale light,
Your twinkling tributaries barely aglow,
Maybe perhaps, another day,
In some other way I’ll find,
A Way to coax you out,
To fix your presence and etch it permanently upon my mind.
And once more my dear Luna ,
Perhaps I will bathe in your pale light,
And be reminded of all the mystery that lies deep within the night.
So, as I’m sure you guys know, I have finished my lent posts. Over the last 40 days, I have found that creativity on demand is something I often underestimate the difficulty of. For the time being, I’m thinking of starting up again on Monday with an exploration of my poetry in the form of a Shakespearean sonnet, maybe a villanelles, quatrains, or whatever. I would just like to take some time to explore various poetic forms, rather than being restricted by subject matter like I did with The haiku.
For those of you who are inclined to comment, what subjects interest you the most? I’m currently working on another book, but I was thinking about beginning work on LWG (Loving While Gimpy) which focuses on love of all kinds in intermingles it with challenges that disability may present. But let me know what you guys think. See you next week!
Being that this is the home stretch, I’d like to do something a little different. The next nine pieces are gong to take the form of haiku and reflect some aspect of our modern digital lifestyle. Technology is a tool that can either hurt or heal.
The tide of change sweeps
across the globe in few words
it’s etched forever
Being that this is the home stretch, I’d like to do something a little different. The next nine pieces are gong to take the form of haiku and reflect some aspect of our modern digital lifestyle. A connection to the internet is like always being in the city.
City on the go
even in isolation
It is ever there
Being that this is the home stretch, I’d like to do something a little different. The next nine pieces are gong to take the form of haiku and reflect some aspect of our modern digital lifestyle. This one is on the ever shrinking perception of our world.
Wind finds the world small
Ghost wires find it smaller still
Man sees the mouse way