Wow! Yesterday was quite a workout. Not only did I go for a hard 5-mile run, but I think we did about a million Easter egg hunts (give or take a few hundred thousand). Anyway, I'm not sure if I'm "feeling it" today, in terms of writing a poem. But that's what makes a challenge a challenge is to get up and write regardless. Doing so puts me in a position to be ready to write when I am "feeling it."
For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem that incorporates a hobby (either yours or someone else's). That's right: Now is the perfect opportunity to write about your comic collection or your scrapbooking activities. And for the purposes of this challenge, I also think activities such as fishing, running, bowling, photography, birding, and gardening count as hobbies.
Here's my attempt for the day:
"We wake up in the morning"
while the grass is still wet with dew,
and we all launch our drivers--
some ending up on the fairway,
others in the rough. Then, we pick
up our discs and throw again
and again. We aim for the chains
we want to rattle. We ramble
on about near misses and how we're
kicking butt or getting our butts kicked.
Eventually, we finish the first course
and drive on to the next. By now,
the morning is warming, and we're
hitting our targets. Eagle, Stingray,
Beast, Aviar--our brightly colored
discs fly through the air. Some of us
under par; others over. Finally, we stop
for lunch. We talk about the day, how
we need to do this more often. Then,
we drive on to the next course. Repeat
the cycle. And then the next course. And
finally, we get to the fifth and final
challenge of the day. We line up behind
the tee pad as the sun slants westward.
We squint, wind up, and let our discs fly.
Some of us wear out during this last course--
our discs not traveling as far, not hitting
their marks. But there's always one
who digs deeper, though just as tired,
and drives from basket to basket, trying
hard as possible to beat the evening.