March 03, 2012

"Hoop Dreams"


Hoop Dreams
by John Greenwood


Hours spent shooting
dreams and baskets 
years past have collected
the game clock ticks
one shot
one second left
the shot is up 
     it's
       ?

9 comments:

  1. Hoop dreams never die, do they?

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    1. "No Mary, but my dream to dunk one day has been reduced to donuts and Nutterbutters."

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  2. Wow, I love this, can see it in my mind...ball hanging seemingly suspended in midair when that buzzer goes off, when you just can't quite tell if it's going to end in glory or disaster...I know I'm hoping that shot was good!

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  3. Wonderfully composed poem. Loved the read.

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  4. I like it. The clock ticks on in the game of life as well.

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  5. This is my life...looking out at snow covered frozen courts.

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  6. It's nothin' but net!

    Well done!

    Cheers,

    Mark Butkus

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  7. I love to play basketball and you captured the feel of it in just a few words. Well done!

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  8. questions, questions...we must live them always! LOVE your photo. Thanks for you compassionate comments...they are deeply appreciated.

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