CDCS Poets

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

The Magic Touch
The strings humming in my ear
I dribble the ball side to side
Off the Heee-z with a flick of a wrist
The stacatto note nailed with a flick of a wrist
The team moves up
The bows slide up
Wrist stays smooth
The crowd goes off!
by Fabian R.

4 Comments:

At 12:49 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great auditory 'imagery' here. I enjoyed your comparison of the sounds of a game to musical sounds. It was very clever and it really held my interest.

 
At 10:11 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

does the title magic have a second meanng here...i feel the march madness in this poem....

 
At 5:40 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good job Fabian! Was this about a specific basketball game or maybe about the tournament?

Mrs. Silverman

 
At 1:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love that this poem has a rythum to it...it has a very good flow... I love it


Fantabulous Job Fabe!


-Roro

 

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