A game is a game is ...
Field Goals
There he sat,
a contented bench warmer
who never had to meet the test,
bear the shame of loss,
the weighty hometown fame
responsibilities
were for some other
well scrubbed fellow,
whose insouciance
becharmed cheerleaders.
The budding sports writer
polished his wits,
repeated wry comments.
Under his breath
word plays.
While others sweated,
he mastered
BLOCKING
.
There he sat,
a contented bench warmer
who never had to meet the test,
bear the shame of loss,
the weighty hometown fame
responsibilities
were for some other
well scrubbed fellow,
whose insouciance
becharmed cheerleaders.
The budding sports writer
polished his wits,
repeated wry comments.
Under his breath
word plays.
While others sweated,
he mastered
BLOCKING
.
Labels: aug23, poetry, poetry_thur
posted by HL | 9:34 PM
1 Comments:
I really liked this piece because I think everyone tries to make "word plays" in there life or at least I do because it helps me organize me thoughts. I could also really see someone doing this while sitting on a bench as a "bench warmer" Good job!
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