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Tournament Top
In our front room with the world raging just outside,
the string is wrapped just so
With a flick of my wrist the spinning top
races to the end of its tether
Spinning there, waiting for a command
– Walk the Dog, Rock the Baby,
maybe Around the World - look out furniture!
Years of casual practice work to master
my limited repertoire with the rapidly turning top
Its blur of motion and mostly predictable behavior
keeps my sometimes-misplaced sense of wonder
intact after all these years
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Hello 2023! Trying more writing in a whimsical vein...
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Candlewitch
2 years 6 months ago
dear Michael,
I really enjoyed this write! how it takes me back years when I still had coordination! thank you for restoring some pleasant memories to me. your style is all your own. ya still got it kid!
*hugs, Cat
*ever, eddy styx
Geezer
2 years 6 months ago
How nice...
to find that reflexes and skill have not diminished, and the sense of wonder can still be felt. I enjoyed the movement required to set the top in motion, and the pleasure derived from an old childhood toy. I am wishing that I still had a yo-yo and something to play with when my hands need something to do, because my brain is absent. Nice job in bringing back a memory of old. ~ Geez.
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Lavender
2 years 6 months ago
Tournament Top
Hello, Michael,
I think every child in my generation was born with both a top and a yo-yo in hand, it seems. And then usually in the teacher's desk each day. Congratulations with keeping the wonder alive!
L