Track meet
I'm still trying to "get" the monostich, but this poem is, technically, one sentence long, so it's a start.
NaPoWriMo’s prompt for April 11th honored the “ones” in the number 11. The challenge was to write either a monostich, which is a one-line poem, or a poem made up of one-liner style jokes/sentiments. Take a look at Joe Brainard’s poem “30 One-Liners” or Frank O’Hara’s “Lines for the Fortune Cookies.”
I did really bad, you said
returning to me in the bleachers
where the silver benches bite our hips
but all I could see was my oldest son hurdling
leg held in front like the prow of a ship
and remember
a wingless egg baby, barely able to roll
a hatchling, a nestling, now fledgling
leaping.
One sentence says so much. It contains a life. Tender and lovely.❤️
Not bad at all. I think you made poetry out of it. The lines are not bad writing. I like what they say of now and then.