Monday, November 6, 2017

Friday night football

































































Quadrille #44


The visiting football team stayed overnight.
Portland radio news announced 100 mph winds to hurl through the river gorge with an icy bite

Unforgettable, the Columbus Day storm, Oct. 1963,
roofs of homes randomly torn away.
Kick-off time moved to Saturday afternoon
...touchdowns and friendships fade.

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We are to use a form of the word "kick" in a 44 word Quadrille....
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10 comments:

  1. lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comNovember 7, 2017 at 4:30 AM

    So very interesting the many uses of the word "kick" in these posts. Yours, recalling a storm from the past...and the idea that the friendships and touchdowns faded in its wake....Enjoyed this one!

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  2. XNovember 7, 2017 at 4:56 AM

    Oy, I bet it hurt to play...play on they did I imagine though. The high school playoffs start again this week, and while not as vicious its supposed to be in the 40s and raining. Definitely taking heavy rain gear.

    The last line is the emotional kicker for me. People I care for definitely fade away, either in memory where they return as a random guest star at the oddest times -- or when you see them they are just not the same as they used to be. Touchdowns, and past victories, don't carry nearly as much meaning on down the road a bit.

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  3. Sabio LantzNovember 7, 2017 at 5:26 AM

    Perfect form for this snapshot back in time. Love the realism, the images and all the feeling

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  4. De JacksonNovember 7, 2017 at 6:14 AM

    I love that last line, especially. So telling.

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  5. Frank HubenyNovember 7, 2017 at 6:43 AM

    I liked how the storm seems to kick away roofs and the players kick the football and then it settles down to memories where even friendships fade.

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  6. Victoria Ceretto-SlottoNovember 7, 2017 at 11:46 AM

    I enjoy football...on TV. Could not handle sitting in cold wind anymore. That kind of memory stays with you.

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  7. brudbergNovember 7, 2017 at 12:25 PM

    To play when it's cold... being in a northern country it's mostly hockey in winter. But there is one game called Bandy... played on ice the size of football fields, and that can be biting cold (especially to watch)

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  8. purplepeninportland.comNovember 7, 2017 at 5:55 PM

    The end of this poem made me tear up. Cold wind and fading friendships.

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  9. NosaintNovember 8, 2017 at 4:28 AM

    I agree, that last line is strong in it's ambiguity.

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  10. GraceNovember 8, 2017 at 6:16 PM

    That's quite a storm Kathy ~ Sad that homes are torn away and friendships fade ~

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