The first man, ever I loved
The one who taught me
The elusive knuckle-shove.
When we speak, when we
Shut up, and never ever suppose
To keep talking, past the close.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: March 11th, 2021 07:58
- Comment from author about the poem: I rarely explain work, as it’s “Talking past the close” A “Knuckle-Shove” (Knuckle-Curve Or Knuckle-Ball) is a method of Throwing that reduces the spin of The ball and allows it to float; Unpredictably in the air. Distilled by time, has become A Metaphor for things rhetorical Like “Trump won the election.” Or “The Royal Family is Racist.”
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Comments6
A fine write Jerry.
Thanks, Orchi.
Nice work Jerry..
Thanks, John.
Good words Jerry.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
(wrote the below inspired by your write, once again
really liked your seamlessly woven metaphor and I just wanted to take your baton and see where it took me..
a great write Jerry)..
'when society surrendered our inherited culture of listening and seeking wisdom, in exchange
for free speech's - sales pitch of miraged independence;
we succumbed to the fate of the easily befuddled, wanting
everything to replicate
that plug-n-play - ease of materialistic simplicity, demanding
one key and one solution, to open every door and answer, every question..
so today, a mere tabloid headline
is a homerun - devoid of truth
profiting from our reactionary
need, to blame other's
for our curated reality of ill-fate
when in actuality:
we're all standing on that same
playing field, its just
some have the resolve and perseverance
'to build it, as they dream it',
while others, simply surrender
and follow fickle trends,
not questioning the validity in a carefully choreographed performance
of a trained actress..
Excellent run with that baton, L.B. Thank you very much.
how lovely is that .... the simple answer is very .. not only have you reminded me of my own father ..
you have also reminded me that it is possible to learn something new each day ......................
Thanks, Neville.
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