Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Swoosh, Swish

An ingenious device is a basketball net:
  Swish, swoosh, swoosh, swish---
      Its sweet sound made
      From a cager's wish.                        (A 'cager' is a basketball player)        

Close your eyes; let your mind run free,
Picture the ball arching gracefully,
A round, rubber rainbow coursing through the air
  Willing its way on a wing and a prayer.

Swish, swoosh, swish, swoosh:
One after another the balls pour on in.
Swoosh, swish, swoosh, swish;
  The nets' cords snap,
  Cagers high-fives slap.

  Swish after swoosh,
  Swoosh after swish:
  The sweet sound made
  From a cager's wish.

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Gregory Richard Barden March 18, 2018 at 3:06 AM Heartfelt congratulations on your well-deserved win, Gershon - blessings and best wishes to you, friend! :-) Gershon Wolf March 18, 2018 at 12:49 PM Thank you, Gregory. I don't know if you're still young enough to swish a few...As for me, "the thrill is (long) gone," thanks to arthritic joints"--leaving me with more time to write about b-ball. "To every thing, there is a season" and a reason! Thanks for checking my site and for your encouragement! Best wishes, Gershon

Anne-Lise Andresen March 17, 2018 at 2:01 PM - :) Swoosh & Swish .... congratulations on your winning poem, Gershon :) - Happy weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Gershon Wolf March 17, 2018 at 11:15 PM Hey, Anne-Lise, thanks for viewing/reading this one and thanks for the comment! Are you a cager/hoopster, or a fan of roundball? If so, how about those Loyola Ramblers, the little team in 'my backyard,' Rogers Park section of Chicago. I taught there for a few years, AND actually trained the coach's (Porter Moser's) brother, Waaaaay back in 1981-2. How about that?! Thanks again. :) Gershon

Line Gauthier March 17, 2018 at 9:50 AM A fun and witty poem, Gershon. Well done and congrats. Gershon Wolf March 17, 2018 at 11:12 PM Thanks for the re-entry opportunity and the exposure for this poem! I really like it, and it gets a lot of views/reads---but comments are sparse...Maybe P.S. isn't fertile ground for cagers and other assorted 'jocks.'...Til you saved the day for me. :) gw

Lewis Raynes February 21, 2018 at 9:17 PM nice write, nice onomato... i enjoyed how it returned back to that sound throughout :) Gershon Wolf February 21, 2018 at 10:45 PM Thanks! You're probably still swishing 'em from 30 feet. (Me, I can't even shoot a lay-up anymore. Oh, well...).

Line Gauthier February 12, 2018 at 7:35 AM Well done, Gershon. Enjoyed this poem. Gershon Wolf February 12, 2018 at 12:48 PM Thank you so much. Before you, there were over 110 reads with not one comment. I guess our audience doesn't exactly constitute a "hotbed of basketball," eh? Here's to your next three-pointer! Best wishes, gw