Friday, April 11, 2014

Tastes Like Possibilities

It's a high-sky fly ball
Of silver glow
With a grin
Cloaked in
Midnight
Blue
A hue
Of aura too
Bend and
Extend
Consciousness
Into that blue-blue
Abyss
The twinkle-wonder
Of it
Tastes like
In-
finite
Possibilities

This is for Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com where Brian gave us a curve, a slow pitch, but no spit ball to write about baseball, possibilities...also Bjorn had dversepoets.com writing using Kennings (short word combos)--I was too late for the party, but loved the concept, so I threw in a few of my own.  Happy Weekend!!

9 comments:

  1. smiles...you did good with the kennings....and with the baseball...sometimes it seems to nearly suspend there in the air...disappearing then plummeting back...

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  2. I like how you make us focus on the movement. Great use of kennings, Sara!

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  3. Enjoyed this: the parallel between the toss of a ball and infinite possibilities – very cool!

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  4. I can see that ball....and feel the possibilities! Your poem is a home run!

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  5. U hit it out of the park.....nicely done

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  6. I really like how you ran with the "possibilities" angle on the prompt!

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  7. Nice write and a good take on this prompt. I liked the angle of possibilities too!

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  8. i love the grin
    Cloaked in
    Midnight
    Blue... and i love the taste of possibilty as well... never played baseball... never saw a game... it's just not very popular over here... i would love to go to a play..

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Your words are wonderful! Thanks for popping in--I'll be over in a snap!