Wednesday, November 5, 2014

A basketball poem- The Beauty of the Shot

Just realized as I am reading a book of poems that was sent to me by Debra George that even though the October challenge is over, it shouldn't keep me from regularly writing here.  Even if only a short poem or a paragraph on my thoughts, it's time to make an early New Year's resolution to write here regularly, even if only once or twice a week.  So to that thought, here is a poem on basketball, which is the sport that I am watching right now as my favorite team, the Minnesota Timberwolves, are on tonight playing the Brooklyn Nets.

The Beauty of the Shot

Leaving his hands, it's nothing special
Just a big orange ball flying in the air
But the path it takes
And the movement it makes
Will leave me in awe
At the artwork I have seen

The arch is perfec
Rotating in sync
To the path along which it moves
Directly to the hoop
It may clang off the rim
Smack against the backboard
When the art is lost

But this shot is true
It moves with such grace
Nothing will stop in its way
Toward the center of the circle
Touching nothing at all
Until the leather hits nylon

The sound of that swish
Music to my ears 
Is the reason that this game
This moment
This shot
Is simply a thing of beauty