It’s an unwanted feeling
Bringing restlessness
And making one uncomfortable
Sitting on the couch
On a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon
Seemingly nothing to do
But then an idea comes
Creativity sparks and finally
You are wrapped up in something
You could not have imagined before
A cat is how I perceive myself
I socialize with my friends
And exchange news and insights
I hear the rhythmic pounding of
The basketball dribbling back and forth
On the glossed hardwood of the court
I enjoy school and my studies
Yet I also enjoy relaxing
In my room or on the couch
I enjoy savoring the few
Peaceful and solitary moments in my day
With only my thoughts to accompany me
As the clamor of the outside world subsides
And a serene and tranquil feeling surrounds me.
As I settle into restful sleep
Deceptively calm scene, stage set for a fight
Rows of black, empty space, rows of white
A battlefield the grid will provide
Menacingly identical armies, either side
Soon to become an intricate collection
A network of threats, trades and protection
Every possibility worked out in advance
Pawns and knights inch across the blank expanse
Enemy’s strategy broken down to a science
Simple plastic statues united in an alliance
All the possibilities laid out and dissected
Vital intelligence compiled, collected
The scheme evolves: erased, and redrawn
A bishop for a rook, a knight for a pawn
Until finally the path is set for a win
Their queen is captured and the games begin
Their front line fails, only stragglers left
Valiant resurgence suppressed with deft
A pack of wild dogs, the pieces advance
Cornered, weakened, the enemy stands no chance
A flash of action, tactical genius at play
The king – besieged! Soon to be prey,
No mercy to be given, victory awaits
‘Click’ the piece is placed – checkmate!
Goodbye sweet football,
Oh how you’ll be missed,
The Friday night lights,
And the knockout hits,
Title: Yearning for a Football Autumn
It’s hard to project my feelings on the finishing of the fall,
One part of me is happy to be free,
But the other is not at all,
I have to come to terms that my favorite sport is over,
A longing feeling sinks to my shoulders,
I should be happy for it,
I can spend time with friends,
But here comes the thought, time and time again,
There will be no more jokes cracked at the team dinner table,
For those were the last days we were actually enabled,
To suit up after school and go to work,
With a sense of great pride, even though it may have hurt,
And some days we would question if it was worth,
The hours and the effort we put in with no immediate return,
Yet, on fridays that all changed,
We were silent and collected,
The stands were roaring, fan’s voices projected,
We would run out ready to try for a win,
Because we know we’d never all play together again