The boy hurtles himself into the air,
his limbs outstretched over the hurdles,
which he clears without injury or slowing down,
reaching for that finish line, its siren call
never fading, only growing stronger.
He never turned his gaze towards the others.
It was not close, no toss-up who won.
It was as if he flew the entire distance.
This was a first victory for him,
and as he flashed that fresh, winning smile,
he was glad he flossed after breakfast,
no flecks of cereal between his teeth.
/ / /
I finally finished this poem in response to Wordle 11 at The Sunday Whirl.
I'm only three weeks late. It's not a great poem. Frankly, "It was as if he flew the entire distance" is probably the most cliche line I've ever posted, but my self-imposed challenge of writing a poem to all of Brenda's wordles is intact.
Richard- Better late than never, right? You and I were on the same wavelength with this one... I really like it. Cute ending!
ReplyDeleteLaurie, thank you. I haven't read yours yet; I'll get to it soon. Currently on vacation in southern California; long drive today.
ReplyDeleteRichard
Good one! And I enjoyed your poems posted today at Poets United! Nice job!
ReplyDeleteMadeleine Begun Kane
Madeleine, thank you. Glad you liked the other poems too.
ReplyDeleteRichard
Excellent and original! It was worth waiting for. I can just see that smile!
ReplyDeleteI like it very much! Even the cliché line is expressed in words which don't usually go with that cliché, and so it's not so stale after all.
ReplyDeleteMary and Rosemary, thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
ReplyDeleteRichard