'fare ye well' kind friends
blades of grass bow in revere
in deference to a pulsating metamorphosis
of leather-bound orb symmetry’s: captivating majesty
tip’s tap teasingly
toes tempered thrusts,
feet finesse fearlessly
fast feverish fun
heart thunders electricity
passion - igniting immersed dedication
artistry of acrobatic ankle - precision
creativity of complexity’s exquisite simplicity,
drenched in exertion’s rains
lungs flaming breathless - in delight
bright eyed - aliveness within instinctive deftness
achievement goal’s rewarded with a solitary
glove muffled clap in a muddied park, or
mass crowds exploding in stadia: releasing hushed anticipation
and drowning moment of conceptualised ambition
freedom, immortalised in sporting feats of self-expression
exhilaration’s triumphs as testimony to bewitching realisation
revealed effortlessly: within each moment spent
with a ball at their feet
© L. B. Mek
September 2018
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Thrill of the game captured with detailed imagery throws this well-crafted piece of prose-poetry into first class writing. Great read again L.B.
thank you Fay, I was a fanatic in younger days, now capitalism's stain has dwindled my passion to mere passer-by observations, but still I can't help thinking of the beautiful game, like those who fondly recollect the aching veracity of their first love's: gravity
even without the title .. it would have been impossible not to both enjoy and comprehend precisely where these words were taking the reader sir ... you are a winner mate having scored the winner well before the final whistle ...
lol, oh how nerve wracking it is to sit on an early lead - waiting for that final whistle to burst your bubble of unease - glad you liked it, was a fun write
I never knew there was so much in this game. Well, I know now! lol.
I can't say that T & F stanza after a couple of whiskies! (verse 2).
I don'tsh drinksh really, you knowsh. Good acting there, innit?! lol.
ha, reducing my write to a T & F stanza... maybe I should retitle it? lol
dear sir you have the clarity of superman's x-ray vision when deciphering the merit of what you read,
though I can't share your take on liquor courage my friend, I'm one of those who would only attempt to say that T & F stanza: after, a few drinksh - usually sipping on something stronger than whisker tickler whisky's as well,
thanks for the support and chuckles
Good write LB about a game for gentleman played by hooligans where rugby is a game for hooligans played by gentlemen.
Andy
well, em... that's definitely a colloquialism reflective of popularised simplistic opinions, though I doubt things are ever that 'pigeon hole' simple,
would be a fun experiment to see Rugby become as globally popular as footy and thus subjected to the same moral butchery of capitalism,
worth a few rounds of beer discussing it among us open minded hooligans I feel, lol
thanks for the engagingly supportive comment Andy
Not often I read poetry about the beautiful game and you do well to capture grace, strain and elation in your phrases. Thanks L. B.
took a few years but eventually felt like it was decent enough to share, I tried to encapsulate that simple essence we fall in love with as children, not the commercialised entity we see on our HD screens,
thanks for the encouraging and detailed feedback
Interesting read, I used to love to play with all my mates but sadly saw the other face!!
Was bullied and picked on for not supporting a team, at least each fight kept me keen... School of life created this dark & light, to see its all in the game... Most of the time humanity fluffs it up!
Thanks again for the inspirational thoughts, much peace and respect!
thank you sir, for taking the time to make such a well considered comment, I agree we of humanity have a certain flair for messing things up royally, lol
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