This is what happens when I read Kwame Alexander’s The Crossover… I try and write haiku/ three line poems on basketball!
The pressure’s intense.
One point down. Clock ticking hard.
The shot’s out of reach…
A feint, spring forward
Dribbling close, taking off…
But the attempt’s flawed.
Hang my head in shame.
Dreams of major leagues shattered.
Picture credit: flickr.com/photos/dahlstroms/7189993560
Written for: http://thesecretkeeper.net/2016/02/22/weekly-word-prompt-25/
Prompt words: REACH | SHOT | INTENSE | FLAW | SPRING