How I spent My Sunday Morning
sheet of ice stretches before me
long narrow with lines and circles
weighted stones patiently waiting
it is time to tape the shoe and slide
push off and glide toward the line
release the stone with a gentle spin
seeking to lay a blocker this time
so keep it short, light sweep only
time to knock their stone away
let it loose faster this throw
send it hot and SWEEP HARD!
bounce that white stone from the house
time for the hammer as the end closes
need last stone to steal the point
extra spin to curl behind the block
hit the button, win the point, CURLING!
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
Title suggestion: Swept Away Sunday
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