Racing

The stadium is full of adoring
fans, family and friends.

Colors of all represented
countries proudly on display,
flags waving, crowd screaming.

Hundredths of seconds decide
the victor in a thrilling finish.

The absence of a leg, or two,
or an arm, or two, among the
contestants made it no less of a race,

or the competitors no less
of an athlete.

Determination

Determination (Photo credit: Tee Time Tony)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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23 Comments

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23 responses to “Racing

  1. Laurie Kolp

    They are bigger athletes in my opinion.

  2. I like the way you put that! πŸ˜€

  3. Scriptor Obscura

    A powerful message, resounding with truth. I love this poem, and the message it contains. I agree completely.

  4. I think you and Hughes are onto something. πŸ˜‰

    • πŸ™‚ sometimes it works.

      send me some words so I will have an excuse to not work on my birthday. πŸ˜‰

      • It’s your birthday?! Happy birthday, Mark. πŸ™‚ Did you write that somewhere and I missed it? I’m so sorry. I will definitely make you a birthday word list. No one should ever have to work on his special day. What is the family doing for you today?

      • I am actually not much on birthdays, my own anyway. Hard to celebrate during the week with kids going every which way (both run cross country, but in different places). Kathy on the way to take me to lunch though.

      • Yay! Enjoy. Where are you eating? I always get sushi and frozen yogurt (not together) for my birthday.

      • went to a new (to us) little tavern near here. Cool place, in an old house in a revitalized downtown area. Kobe beef patty melt, not too shabby.
        I need to explore sushi more, need to go with someone that knows what to, and not to, order.

      • Yes, you do. Are you an adventurous eater? Salmon and tuna are my favorites. Also, eel, shrimp, tempura, and all the different types of rolls, especially the Philadelphia roll (if I’m buying something basic). But my favorite way to eat it is to go to a restaurant that has a nice sushi buffet (Ichiban is the one we have here) with a lot of variety. That’s your best bet; then you can figure out what you like. I like it all. πŸ™‚ Miso soup and seaweed salad are yummy too.

        That tavern sounds really pleasant and quaint. I’m sure you had a lovely time.

      • i will try pretty much anything and like, or can at least eat, most everything. (not a fan of beats and cannot stand canned tuna fish, learning to like olives) Katy on the other hand…not so much. No buffets around that I know of that I would trust. I am sure there are some down in Atlanta if I ever venture that far.

      • Small town? … Olives are yummy. Tuna in sushi form is completely different than canned tuna.

      • You can play with these for now: pineapple, natural, medley, herb, eyes, packaged, licorice, low, sass, taste, juice, old-fashioned … I’ll try to make another list later. I have to go pick up my preschooler. πŸ™‚

  5. The use of the prompt was seamless here and you make a great point with it. Nice writing!

  6. trifectawriting

    Happy Birthday! We have lots of them this week, it seems. Beautiful take on the prompt. Watching these sporting events never fails to motivate me–if they can do it, and do it so damn well, what’s stopping me from even trying? Thanks for linking up.

  7. Leo

    Hi, Mark. I’m passing along a Thought Provoking Blog Award to you; I realize you may not want to respond, but that is o.k. I just wanted to let you know again that I appreciate your work..

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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