To tennis
What a cracking sport
To play, to lose all worldly cares.
Returning
To the tennis court –
That small rectangle, out of time;
Win or lose
It doesn’t matter,
I’ll keep my focus on the game,
Satisfy
My ruthless nature
With tuneful thwack of gut on rubber.
One set all,
It’s forty-thirty:
A sizzling ace secures the game.
Up above
In beech tree grandstand,
A crowd of rooks croak their applause.
With topspin,
Drop-shot, forehand smash,
Exhausting rally,……. gasp for breath,
All too soon,
Game, set and match, then
It’s back to work, my lunchtime spent.
Categories:
topspin, sports,
Form: Fibonacci
Playthings and toys and games for boys.
Secrets and misfits and times for biscuits.
Angels and devils and storms for whales.
Topspin and twirls and babies for girls.
Some of these things are often and true.
Others are real in the mind that sees you.
I find them always in time for a tale:
You find they sparkle as a picture to tell.
Categories:
topspin, happiness, inspirational, uplifting, visionary,
Form: Rhyme