Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Swordplay



entranced, the spectator follows every beat
a sworplay between equals, building heat
faces hidden beneath scarves, color of beet
battling wills, first clash and then retreat
mutual respect shone as eyes meet and greet
attack and defend, both warriors so elite
an artform majestic, energetic and neat
sinewy movements with a grace discrete
entranced, the spectator cannot take a seat!


*****

For the last day of NaPoWriMo, I give you an artform I really enjoy.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Congratulations! that was great...a poem a day!

Just Someone said...

Congratulations! You are great! A poem a day and each one a masterpiece...

keith hillman said...

A great finale to your poem a day! I enjoyed every one of them

Noah The Great said...

Awesome! The rhyming was perfect!

Marja said...

What a gracious words. My brother loves sword fights and swords. I just bought one for him for when he comes over end of the year.
I will show him your great poem

Whitesnake said...

Brilliant!

qualcosa di bello said...

each line is like a parry...the rhythm of this is fantastic!

mitr_bayarea said...

swordplay was quite daringly poetic.

Suma said...

hey i'm so sorry i couldn't be here more often....


but looks like u too hav ebeen busy...

and congrats(a lil late , i know)...on completing your 30 poems...

:)

Whitesnake said...

You haven't died and gone to heaven or some other place have ya?