Our poet laureate: In the cold, brief but clever
M55 multi-eventer Dave Ortman of Seattle is probably buried under 5 feet of snow about now, but a few days ago he sent me a series of cool poems with a masters track theme. Short poems. Dave writes: “Ernest Hemingway once wrote: ‘For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.’ He
proved that an entire story can be told using as little as six words. Since
then, others have had a stab at six-word stories. I received a book recently ‘Six-word Memoirs on Love & Heartbreak’ edited by Smith Magazine. Examples
include: ‘Lazy mornings, Sunday Times, Then: kids.’ ‘Married for sex;
divorced for politics.’ ‘Tried men. Tried women. Like cats.’ So why not
Six-word stories on track and field?” (And again I apologize for the comment system being broken! It’s being worked on.)
Dave continues:
Here are some of my contributions
(Note, numbers are counted as one word):
“High Jump.
Jump
High.
Bar falls.”
“3,000 miles
To run
100
meters.”
“Hop, Skip and Jump.
Sand flies.”
“Swifter, Higher,
Stronger.
Slower, Lower, Weaker.”
“Starting gun,
Blocks
slip,
Finish fourth.”“Blister forms
1,200 meters
of
1,500.”Pentathlon.
Five Events.
Only finish
Three.”“15
steps
to Hurdle.
16 – crash.”“Discus lost.
Kids used
as
Frisbee.”“400 meters.
Once around
is enough.”“Pole
Vault,
plus wind.
No height.”“The Marathon.
Finished.
No
one died.”
2 Responses
Gun fires – another round – try again.
Grrr AAAH! Eloquence escapes shot putters.
12345 hurdle. 123456 hurdle. My knee!
Stride, lope, lean, leap, bend, clear.
2 much Fun!
Here’s MY reality:
Jog and jump,
crash and burn.
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