Poem of the Month: October 2007

Poised between going on and back, pulled
both ways taut like a tightrope walker,
fingertips pointing the opposites,
now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped ball
or a kid skipping rope, come on, come on,
running a scattering of steps sidewise,
how he teeters, skitters, tingles, teases,
taunts them, hovers like an ecstatic bird,
he's only flirting, crowd him, crowd him,
delicate, delicate, delicate, delicate--now!

--Robert Francis

Journal prompts:

• Who is your favorite sports team? Tell a story.
• What does it mean to you to be a true champion?
  
• Write about a winning streak you've experienced in your own life.