Juliet Ligon Poet Rhyme

Sparring

"Ki-Ahp!" I draw back my arm like a sword,
stepping back to challenge, before bracing forward.

Like weapons meeting, grunting lips clink,
each movement controlled, bodies never link.

Roundhouse kicks swing, kumgang punches pop.
Whirlwinds can be felt with each rapid chop.

Maneuvers are blocked with reflexes swift.
From side to side, back and forth we shift.

Rhythmically flowing like a rehearsed dance,
we give-and-take with each emboldened glance.

A stern whistle blows; we wipe our moist brows,
then respectfully shake hands, after our bows.


1-16-2023

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Gershon Wolf January 22, 2023 at 7:40 PM Terrific capture of what sparring can be like, Juliet... I am reminded, in a humorous vein, of a 'fencing scene' near the opening of 'The Return of the Pink Panther,' c. 1976.

Deb M January 22, 2023 at 6:29 AM I enjoyed this poem Juliet…sparring well described. What martial arts is it? Debx Juliet Ligon January 25, 2023 at 5:54 PM We did Soo Bahk Do for two years (a few years back,) but it could be any. Thanks for your comment.