Hello, beautiful readers! Today's #TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge is all about the Tanka prose. This format includes a prose paragraph and a Tanka poem with the syllabic pattern of 5-7-5-7-7. You can learn more about it here.
I decided to write about my son's athleticism. He has been playing sports since he was three years old. He started with peewee soccer and t-ball. He played soccer for three years and baseball for nine years before moving on to flag football, which he played for six years. This year, he joined his school's track team and will begin tackle football in a few weeks. He was born to play sports. In fact, 23-and-Me says he has the muscle composition of elite athletes (a fact he's quite proud of...lol!). Recently, he pulled his groin in an event, but that isn't keeping him from pushing himself to be his best. So, this poem is for him.
I stretch my fingers across the track, placing them perfectly along the starting line. My spikes wait restlessly, eager to tear up the synthetic rubber digging into my knee. The official calls for us to ready ourselves. Every muscle is taut; electrical impulses race through my veins waiting to explode. The blast from the gun ricochets off the stands, but it's already a distant memory because my body and mind are hyper focused on the lane in front of me. They have one singular desire - cross the winning line first.
carries me past opponents
until my groin pulls
I won't give up - I'll prevail
perseverance breeds winners
Have you ever played sports? I'd love to hear from you in the comments below.
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