Thursday, April 29, 2010


napowrimo#29...Front page news from the sports page....Stanley Cup playoffs in.... hockey
another ancrostic poem using POETRY IN MOTION..


players from both teams restless
on their skates for another win
emerging from the shadow of the last game
two teams skating along in post season
racing towards Lord stanley
yielding nothing giving more
in all their pains up to the challenge
no love no loss or gain in rivalry
making hits above the score
only to reach passsions for hockey
taking the game to another level
intensified skating after each goal
only to lose sometimes win
never looking beyonds the Cup


Anonymous said...

The pace of this *feels* like hockey - really. I'd probably enjoy it more if our Sabres had show a bit more heart :(

flaubert said...

Boy sure does feel watching a hockey game.
Nice one here Wayne.

evelyn.n.alfred said...

Ah, poetry in motion....actually hockey seems like it hurts to me.

rallentanda said...

Sport is not my bag except for the surfing
in Hawaii..which is amazing to watch..sort of beyond sport..never seen a hockey game.

Francis Scudellari said...

Watching great athletes on the ice can definitely be poetic. And I will be watching the Blackhawks-Canucks series. Maybe we should place a bet like the mayors did. Loser has to write a poem in praise of the winning side :).

Dan Rako said...

Nice single-minded direction

Wayne Pitchko said...

I NEVER bet on sports Francis...especially on my teams...and ESPECIALLY on my beloved NUCKS....however I will make and exception here...only for poetry....this sounds good,,,Im already starting my poem...should be fun...........GO NUCKS GO

Derrick said...

You're obviously liking these acrostics, Wayne! I don't know the first thing about ice hockey (or a lot of other sports!) but I can give your Nucks a cheer - (sorry Francis!)

Anonymous said...

OK, I admit, now you make me want to find out more about hockey, if it's really poetry in motion! Nicely done acrostic! And I bid you farewell, Wayne, on RWP, but perhaps our paths will cross again in the future in cyberspace somehow -- cross again like hockey sticks aiming for the poetry net!