The Free Kick

The Free Kick

A Poem by Symplydymple

The ball of my love lay in free kick.
So I stood in position.
Shod with a boot of elegant words
And a shin guard of roses,
I gazed upon the goal post of your heart.
Then see! at the top left corner of the post
A little chance stared at me in the face.
The chance that I might this time be yours.
But in front stood the wall of fear and shyness.
Several seconds of indecision passed
Several seconds wondering if that wall was not a hindrance.
I repositioned myself.
I glanced one more time at that corner:
That corner that promises to bring the goal.
Then neglecting all counsel from fellow players
I moved three steps backward in preparation.
Then step after step I came forward
beaming with determination and eagerness
Whilst the spectators of my body cheered me on
A step closer,
Then I kicked!
Up flew my love past the wall of shyness
I smiled as my ball of love headed straight for the pole
But oh another man caught it before it got to you.
That man who claims to be a keeper of your heart.
He threw it away from you into the field.
Oh how piteous! Now the ball of my love
Roams the pitch of this austere life
Searching for another chance
To get to the net of your heart.

© 2010 Symplydymple

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It's sad that I had to miss but hey at least the ball is still roaming. Maybe one day I will hit the net

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Added on May 31, 2010
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Accra, Greater Accra region, Ghana

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