I pity those gold medalists who now
must find another path to amble down
with no track lines or baying crowds to show

the fortuitous corners they must turn
after the big sponsors have rode the buzz
of their triumph until the spark is gone—

before the speech circuit, reality shows
and openings of musty village fetes.
I empathise a little for I know

that all these quirky Cantos that I write
will soon be relics in the cyber cloud
when I down tools in almost a fortnight

to find some other ways to be ignored.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. ReadMeSthingYouLove (@RMSYL)
    Aug 13, 2012 @ 22:27:52

    Those last lines struck home. Too much amazingness on the internet to read. The too-muchness a curse now. At least for me. The key is probably in forging one or two strong ties to what you like, and sticking with those.

    Much the same for anything else I suppose, we just seem to have forgotten about it on here.


  2. peter litton
    Aug 14, 2012 @ 00:08:22

    Fifteen days… I still have a backlog of missed poems to catch up on.

    The feeling of anticlimax for these athletes must be breath taking. After years of training to reach the pinnacle of their event, two weeks of glory followed by what…?

    Most poets never achieve mass adulation in there lifetimes which is probably just as well because it is the journey that counts… the destination is merely an illusion.


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