Getting on Track
Here we are . . . standing on the edge of a brand-new year. What surprises are in store? How will we know, if we have met our goals at the end of another 26 fortnights?
The High Roller Plunge
A Limericked Squeal on Life’s Appeal
The game begins at New Year’s dawn.
We stare at streaks of days long gone.
Tomorrow’s last call croons along –
I feel a headache coming on.
We strap on skates and stand to play,
To greet our goals without delay,
Creating comments most cliché,
But burying what doubts betray.
We never number going home
Among objectives freely sown.
Still, as the track spins up and down,
We, like the birds, forget our own.
Perhaps the secret’s in the ride,
And not achievement, product, pride –
Could be the leering lookers lied,
As we leapt off the ledge, wide-eyed.
c2010 by Linda Ann Nickerson
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Saturday Scribes (“going home,” “never,” “last call,” “tomorrow,” “creating” and “burying”)
Simply Snickers (“stalk,” “stare” and “streak”)
Weekend Wordsmith (“game”)
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Very nice!
ReplyDeleteWhat fun! Like a bungee jump into the new year. Thank you for this.
ReplyDeleteI really like the last stanza. Great way to leap into the new year.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your poem. Here's to jumping head first into a new year!
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