Challenge poem

I forgot to post this one from March’s Whup-Ass challenge:

Scuttled

I picture him sinking now into the water,
a sad trombone wah wahs along on the soundtrack.

He clutches a flag and he waves it despondently.
A captain goes down with the ship, sure. But since he

is made all of ashes his hands are so tiny,
his fists formed from only one crystal of salt.

We wave to each other. My eyes burn so sharply.
There’s no fear of drowning. The fishes pass through

.

Finally five

I did the Couch-2-5k program in late 2008 and have run off and on since then. Though I could do the time the program required, I am a slow runner so getting to 5k in 30 minutes wasn’t in the cards.

But this morning, starting at a little after 6, I finally got to my 5k distance. It was slow, but I got there. And it was after being a slacker and not running for weeks.

I rock. I would rock more if I’d stick to my running program, but I still rock.

Baseball starts in an hour

Whee!

My arms are waving above my head in a very Kermit-y way. Well, when they aren’t typing.

One hour until the dawn of the 2010 Major League Baseball season. My beloved Indians don’t play until tomorrow, 2 pm EDT, but the season starts tonight.

The Indians might still suck, but I don’t care. It’s baseball. And for the moment, they’re in first place. Life is sweet.

Whee!

With a Na and a Po and a hey nonny nonny

Yes, it’s time for NaPoWriMo again.

If you have any poetical aspirations, or even if you just have no shame, try writing a poem a day for a month! DO IT!

I DO have shame, so I’ll be sitting this one out.

But you! You in the corner! DO IT! No one will laugh, though I can’t guarantee your internal editor won’t end up like Chief Inspector Dreyfus.

But it’ll be worth it!