Reaching deep to best the last
pushing the limits clearly past
the feeling as close as a lover's whispering
feeling the rush of the moment's thrust
his mind to reel with self mistrust
he anticipates the coming sting
scream muffled in surrounding drink
the longed-for-best lost in a blink
at last he surfaces with reddened skin
lookers cringe - they smile, gasp
relieved to see him rise they clap
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and may i clap too?
neat take on the prompt :)
Muted Anticipations
Love the poem!!
how imaginative! I found myself reading and re-reading and creating a different scene in my mind each time I read.
Thanks guys!
Jenn: that was what I was trying for - I would love to hear the scenes that you imagined - I had a couple specific ones in mind. I will share what the inspiration was after a bit.
It can be read in so many ways. I truly enjoyed it..
white curtains bellow from open window
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That truly is amazing. Thank you.
this was very interesting - I too saw several different things in it.
i envy ur poem
Anticipating your Reality
yeah, that poem is about me, (i am his son by the way), we were at the pool and i said im gonna make a big splash, so i ran off of the ledge at the pool and it was like i was lying on air. My back was horizontal and perfectly straight i slammed against the water and tried to scream but i was underwater so i started gagging on water, i finally reached the surface and my dad and these two other people were laughing hysterically. IT WAS NOT FUNNY!! I got out of the water and turned around and my back was deep red turning purple. not very fun!!! AND THERE WAS NO CLAPPING just PAIN and LAUGHING not fun But THANKS DAD for writing this poem/embarrassment about me!
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