Her mallet was old
the balls chipped and cracked,
grass on her lawn brown
and full of weeds,
yet she’d played croquet alone
every night,
neighbors thought her mad,
but during the game
creativity inspired artistry,
nobody dared to complain
since the beauty of her gifts
none could match.
Author notes
49 words
♥ Prompt: " 'Cause she's just the way she is, but no one's told her that's okay"~Jon McLaughlin, Beautiful Disaster
A contest entry
- Quickie III by Hope Angel.
525 points, ended March 16, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love this because you tell the reader just enough to wish the poem continued on..telling us what beautiful gifts she must create. It also reminds me of my grandma. She used to play croquet.
Love,
Stacy
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What an imagery! Lovable! This poem is so adorable and sweet.
Take care
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This is a great and unique take on the prompt. I enjoyed reading thank you for entering
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This is a wonderful piece of poetry penned indeed.
It leaves much to the imagination, I wonder what magic she weaves.
Splendid Poem, best to you in all you do.
Tony
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Oh wow how very beautiful. Yes there is such gorgeous, thoughtful depth to this.
An excellent write.
Best wishes in the contest.
Gaylene
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a wonderful poem so full of depth and great imagery as always good luck in the contestmaralisa
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Eccentricity is often a by-product of creativity and talent. You make this point very well in your poem. Good imagery. Best wishes in the contest!
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