The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 word. This week it is:
The Player
It was a phase,
Mother prayed.
He’s a player.
Father praised
The level to which his
Son had raised
The game. This present approach
with his new-found
Coach was the key.
His fans surmised.
Over and over, they pointed.
They cried,
“Don’t you see? Can’t you see?
The glint in his eye!”
His focused approach,
like a single grain grown
into a powerful stalk,
was the essence
of their talk. Was that
the key?
Attach yourself
to a coach
and scratch away
everything else.
Randy Mazie
A good coach can be important. Good write.
Thanks, Joe. Nice to hear from you.
I feel like I need all the help that I can get.
Maybe you need a coach inside yourself as well as the one by the track! You wrote a winner here
Thanks.
Sometimes I need a coach, a caboose, and the head of the train.
I don’t even care whether it’s good or not. I’m just thrilled to see you’re back!!
janet
Thanks, Janet. Nice to hear from you.
Glad to see you back!
Thanks, Bill.
Thanks for your delightful comment on Soul’s Music this morning. I would agree that we could all use a coach or mentor when we finally find our “path”. But, eventually, we must also leave that one behind or risk never finding our own true level of skill and ability. As Jae has already suggested, it is just as important to find that coach or mentor within our own person. That is when the real journey actually begins. Well written and easily related to, thank you.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
Thanks for you comments.
I think a coach is just that. A coach. Someone who helps you bring out the best in you. Helps you to realize or obtain a new level or insight. But we are always our own person. Just because we accept assistance, doesn’t lessen who we are as people.
But here’s another thought. Are we ever truly independent of others.Aren’t we always interdependent; and even dependent, too. I know I do not exist solely on my own – and I am grateful for all upon whom i am reliant. Just a thought or two.
Randy
I don’t disagree in the least bit. I didn’t mean to infer that we stand alone. We never truly do. We will always need to rely on others. I was thinking more of that point in time when we must realize it is up to us to act on what we know and then just simply do it, perhaps becoming the coach or mentor for ourselves as well as others. Age, itself, is often the goad to do so. That and a certain restlessness that sets in, lol.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
agreed 😉
I loved the rhythm you created here in the poem. However I felt that for all his success he felt he was missing out on a different life.
funny… in rereading it, I don’t even see him in the poem – only everyone else’s views on him.
Thanks for commenting. Randy