Some Unusual Rules – NaPoWriMo, 2017 – day twenty – prompt: using the language of a sport or a game

Some Unusual Rules

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Ahead of us a month of handicaps.

There was my two-stroke poem for love.

You played the greens,

I played the bunkers.

Fortunate, to not only

practice but also experiment.

.

I found things were going well

until I reached the water hazards.

Oh, the stick and ball of poetry’s game.

How we see the words and charisma

rolling out along poetry’s fairways.

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We’ve some unusual rules;

we play thirty-one holes.

The rules of poetry, or golf,

give us plenty of time

in the ubiquitous ninetieth.

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We birdy, we bogey, we eagle;

a provisional shot. I checked my line:

my line of play. If you cheat here

it’s only yourself you cheat. Beyond

the ropes, our come and go audience.

A good lie/a bad lie, or the sand pit,

the grit that flies from the pen. There’s

dropped poems and loose impediments

until a full month of poetry comes to an end.

But does it ever end for a golfer?

Does it ever end for a poet?

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Keep your poetry buggy handy

and practice. Nice; but seldom

a poem in one.

Benita H. Kape © 20.4.2017

 

prompt for the day. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that incorporates the vocabulary and imagery of a specific sport or game. Your poem could invoke chess or baseball, hopscotch or canasta, Monopoly or jai alai. The choice is yours!

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