A powerful poem, I'm glad you joined the Minesweeper C2, everyone who visits that will see it too.

Good writers can find inspiration in even the the most mundane material. This author is definitely one of them.

Heh, nice one. I like the imagery of the grinning sun, as if the smiley face was Sol itself.

However, it does seem somewhat incomplete after reading for a third time. You've covered all the bases in terms of the gameplay, but it's almost as if there should have been one more quatrain. Perhaps this is just me wanting more.

There seems to be a theme that pervades the poem, one of a dire and doomed soldier conscripted to a suicide mission. I pictured the sweeper as one of the grunts from Saving Private Ryan, the netting around his steel helmet brushing the dusty ground as he searches for his next quarry. That sense of imminent mortality is encapsulated here as well, whether that of the soldier himself of his unfortunate successors, or both simultaneously, we don't know. Then again, perhaps we do.

My suggestion for your next project: chess. Yes, it is very cliche to attach literary connotations to that ancient game, but your nearly alchemic skills of turning absurd mundanity into gripping drama would do wonders in such a pre-staged arena.

Keep Writing!

-T.J.

Nice one. Me likey. Nice use of the Shakesperean format (despite slaughtering the iambic pentameter) and taking the game out of its computery origins at least partway.

I love your poem, it's really great. It really pictures the Minesweeper game, and I also like your use of metaphors. Good job. Hope you get more reviews.

-Joe