Exceptional free verse Patterns : Sides by estory

I have been on this side, And on that side, I have seen the smooth sides of walls And the hard sides of fences And the sides of boxes; I have seen sides drawn up into lines By the people who choose sides, Black and white pieces Facing each other Across the board On the field of battle Where there are no winners and losers. Whose side are you going to be on When the sides get chosen up? I am here, and you seem to be there, Separated by all the distance The game dictates In the struggle for an outcome; Whose side will come out on top? Something to be considered As we make our moves From one side to the other Across the board As the pieces, the parts of sides In the irreconcilable nature of games. These are the distances and the distinctions And the definitions of sides, The distinct sense of separation, Of being in between the lines of maps Cutting across all hope Until the lines of the sides Stretch and Break Author Notes This is another free verse piece, with elements of minimalist repetitions, built around the word 'sides'. this is a poem that takes us from walls and boxes and fences to open spaces, from a competitive nature to the breaking of competition, as the lines of the sides stretch and break apart. estory

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