#12 - A Poem in Twelve Frames

Okay, this morning's inspiration came from my Mom's Facebook status this morning.  And if my Dad was on Facebook, I'm pretty sure this would be the topic of his status, too!  Way to go, Dad!

The first ball thrown,

Warms the lane,

Sets the

Tone.

It hits its target,

With a crack,

The pins

Upset.

The screen flashes bright,

Displays its “X”

Team applause

Polite.

The pins want to,

Fall in sets,

The strikes

continue.

The team is pleased,

Now there've been

Nine. Flawlessly

Released.

The crowd falls silent.

The lanes quiet,

Attentively watching,

Expectant.

As the first ball,

Hits its mark,

Ten pins,

Fall

All eyes on him,

The alley silent,

Strike eleven,

Jubilation.

With coolness, he inhales.

Wipes his palms

And slowly

Exhales.

He checks his feet,

Eyes the lane,

Steps forward

Neat.

Release. His throw distinctive,

The ball navigates

It knows

Instinctive.

Loudly, the crash came,

announcing, he bowled

another perfect

game!

- Laura Freeman -
April 12, 2013