Saturday, September 5, 2009

Spirited clash

Thwack on the left and then on the right,
Alternating with the roaring applause,
Aargh - a grunt, loud and wrought in pain,
Aaah – a groan, followed by a pause!

A few loud shrieks and some squeals,
Screeching in pain or is it joy?
Squeaky foot work on the surface,
To prevail, briefly they toy!

Out from there, a call of name,
In return, a whimper of a smile,
The climax in pin drop silence
A well played game, worth its while!

6 comments:

  1. from Therese B. at RWP -- This poem is as playful and as adroit as the game it describes. I like its strategy of delay; that is, I wasn't sure what the game was until the last two lines. Because of that delay, most of the poem is applicable to several different games or sports. (As a 7-year soccer mom, I could identify with much of the poem!)

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  2. sorry, but I can't figure out the game. It sounds like tennis to me, but...
    So, am I just being dense?

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  3. terrific writing and is definitely applicable to many games/ sports. have a great night.

    i'm caught up here on my commenting once again. scroll down to see my other comments. sorry i got behind.

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  4. Love the word thwack - it just rarely gets used anymore. Fun poem.

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  5. Descriptive, action, sportsmanship, fun, puzzle, rhyme... Its got it all and its a whack of a poem.

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  6. i've always wondered how to interpret those grunts. :)

    congrats on finishing the challenge!

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