A belly-flop is a sort of dive,
and it's a start anyway.
Those bombers who choked at the last minute,
bluster and bravado,
we all know they bottled it.
And that belly-flop,
what a smack, crack,
everyone `felt` the pain,
and you were afraid to re-surface.
When I was young I felt compelled to jump off things...
The scar is still red and smarting.
Standing,
teetering over the side,
watch this dive!
(and the bombers congregate)
Comments
jennifer | June 20, 2008 - 09:23
So cleverly summarised:
'When I was young I felt compelled to jump off things...
The scar is still red and smarting.'
One of those poetic 'less is more' moments that I strive for and always end up saying too much - show not tell!
mark_yelland-brown | June 20, 2008 - 16:19
It's actually true, we had a small garden shed and I used to jump off the roof, or from the top of the stairs to the bottom.
It was scary because it felt like I couldn't help it!
Thanks again for your encouragement.
jennifer | June 20, 2008 - 23:29
Always welcome.
Where's the scar?
mark_yelland-brown | June 22, 2008 - 16:34
Which one I've at least 8 big ones!!
jennifer | June 27, 2008 - 08:15
Ouch!