As a typer of what might be
Poetry
I am a football manager
With WORDS as my players.
Words in a Deep W Formation -
Total free verse
Hopefully forming a diamond.
No buses parked here
As my words go winging
Down the page.
Not quite five three two
But maybe the odd Haiku
In syllables of five seven five -
For there are far more than eleven syllables
In Poetry.
All writers are the same:
Our words combining
To make meaning,
Passing our visions
Views and feelings
For a crowd of readers
All being well.
Words to be chanted
By crowds enchanted -
Songs for a stadium
That is our united mind.
© PB 16\8\2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever analogy, to make poetry like football. Enjoyed the poem. thanks for posting.
Thanks Belle. Yes I'm football crazy.....