Dear Bowling Ball
Score tied.
Last frame.
I need a strike
to win the game.
Take a breath.
Check my stance.
Line you up.
Just one chance.
I send you flying
like a rocket
straight toward
the center pocket.
I think I might
get a strike
until
you decide
to take a right
into
the
gutter.
I thought I had you
in the zone,
but now I know--
dear bowling ball,
you have a mind
of your own.
©Linda Kulp Trout
Like my bowling game, this poem is a work-in-progress. 😊
A big thank you to Rose for hosting today on her blog Imagine the Possibilities.
Have a great week!
Oh dear, this sounds very familiar - my last attempt at bowling was at a work social, and that bowling ball seemed to have a mind of its own, too!
ReplyDeleteI'm not a good bowler, but I do enjoy it!
DeleteTee hee! I love it. I'm sharing a work in progress this week too. Isn't that just like Spring? A work in progress!
ReplyDeleteOh, I can't wait to see what you posted!
DeleteFun poem, Linda! I haven't bowled in years, but I always enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteI'm not a good bowler, but I do enjoy it!
DeleteGreat poem -- thanks for the smile today! Love the green bowling ball too. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jama!
DeleteThis is a really fun poem Linda! I love how you used the line rearrangement to emphasize the feeling of the ball finding the gutter.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sarah!
DeleteThe unpredictability of a bowling ball is captured with clarity in your rhyming verse, Linda. An interesting take on this sporting action.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Alan. It sure is an unpredictable game!
DeleteThat bowling ball's innocent face is PRECIOUS! You captured my bowling game in this poem.
ReplyDeleteMy bowling ball is not as innocent as it appears. : )
DeleteOh yes! I love this.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marcie.
DeleteWhat a fun, snappy piece, Linda! I haven't bowled for a long time, but those bowling balls always ignored my wishes. :D
ReplyDeleteThank you, Karen. They ignore my wishes too. : )
DeleteGreat last line--those big-brained bowling balls have us fooled, don't they?
ReplyDeleteThey sure do! Thanks, Heidi.
DeleteHi, Linda! This is hysterical! I was a bowler growing up and stunk! Loved it. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI'm right there with you! I'm not a good bowler, but I do have fun with it!
DeleteLinda, I enjoyed your bowling ball antics. I never mastered bowling and I guess my bowling ball realized that. You had fun with this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carol. I've never mastered it either, and I think my bowling ball knows it too. : )
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