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Monday, 14 November 2011

The Moving Game (for Angelina)

from Magpie Tales
I move myself
from room to room

No pawn
I am the Queen

On the board
on the ball

I decide
when I fall

And when
to begin

the game
again.

© Shaista Tayabali, 2011
A poem for my sister Angelina, who has been forced by back ache to take a temporary back seat in the musical chairs of her daily life. Heal well, girl. The music plays on, and you will join the games soon enough.
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20 comments:

  1. Tess Kincaid14 November 2011 at 00:39

    The queen...a lovely notion...hope your sister feels better soon...

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  2. Carrie Van Horn14 November 2011 at 00:58

    A beautiful poem for Angelina...hope she heals quickly. :-)

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  3. Other Mary14 November 2011 at 01:09

    I love the image of the chess game, and the queen. All the best to your sister as well.

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  4. Other Mary14 November 2011 at 01:10

    I love the image of the chess game, and the queen. All the best to your sister as well.

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  5. steven14 November 2011 at 01:23

    isn't it so very cool that you can love your sister so much!!! steven

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  6. Shaista14 November 2011 at 01:26

    Steven - All things are easy with the Heart of Love! Sister-to-be I should say... Although I'm sure she won't mind me jumping the gun a little :)

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  7. Shaista14 November 2011 at 01:28

    Tess, Carrie, Mary - Thankyou for your wishes, I'll make sure Angel sees them!

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  8. Susan Anderson14 November 2011 at 03:24

    I particularly love this one...the mode and the message.

    =)

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  9. Jinksy14 November 2011 at 08:41

    Clever!

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  10. Doctor FTSE14 November 2011 at 11:25

    A very insightful interpretation of the prompt. Thank you.

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  11. Berowne14 November 2011 at 12:05

    Beautifully written and rather moving...

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  12. macK14 November 2011 at 12:21

    you're never just a sister-to-be

    but you already know that

    come by we'll run in the fields again

    free….

    :)

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  13. R. Burnett Baker14 November 2011 at 13:11

    I like the independent drive of your words. And the message to your sister is the perfect touch!

    Rick

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  14. Helen14 November 2011 at 20:04

    Wishing your sister a speedy recovery and a return to musical chairs!!!

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  15. Brian Miller14 November 2011 at 20:59

    sounds like you hold all the cards....or all the pawns...smiles.

    peace and healing to your sister...

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  16. Tumblewords:15 November 2011 at 02:43

    Wishing a better back to your sis and kudos to you for a fine piece!

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  17. Unknown15 November 2011 at 12:32

    a moving and poignant write ...hope your sister recovers soon ...thank you x

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  18. Ramakrishnan17 November 2011 at 08:42

    Hi
    A lovely poem penned for your loving sis ! Best wishes to her !

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  19. ds17 November 2011 at 22:59

    Hope your sister is better now. Love the way you turned this into a chess game--perfect metaphor for life.
    Thank you.

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  20. Celestial Dreamz18 November 2011 at 04:51

    all the best for your sister. May her get well soon ... and a lovely poetry ... the queen - loved it.

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