It's Poetry Friday! For more wonderful poetry, visit our host, Heidi Mordhorst, at My Juicy Little Universe.
And it's only a few days to the March Madness Poetry Tournament, hosted by that evil, poet genius, Ed DeCaria, who dreams up four-syllable words and expects competitors to invent child-friendly poems with them.
Voting on first round poems begins on Wednesday and Thursday. With an 11-seed word, I'm pitted against Cheryl Laughton Malone, who sounds important and very poetic. Yes I am shaking in my boots!
This poem from Samiya Bashir perfectly captures my frame of of mind.
if this is a game then we have made it, unknowing,
to the final four. unlikely underdogs. spectators turned
to suspect sport. anti-athletes. out of shape beyond reason.
at season’s height we fight for a limited audience. few dancers.
fewer cheers. down by 30 and our coach m.i.a. we, foolish, dribble.
each bounce-back brings a stranger. can’t call us for traveling because
we ain’t going nowhere. instead, we trade terrified looks. search
Read the rest here. I love her last line!