Trouble’s near, the plan fell apart.
Stay upright, away from the ground;
The crowd roars, an alarming sound.
Pull a basic guard would be smart,
But with no plan B from the start,
Things soon spiral out of control.
No digging himself from this hole;
Punishment rains down from above,
Enduring pain for his true love.
Win or lose, improve—that’s the goal.
Prompted from Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/04/28/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-55-ground-in-the-b-rhyme-line/.
Prompted from Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge at: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/05/04/tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-224-poetschoice/.
Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Word of the Day at: https://mmastorytime.com/2021/05/04/mma-storytimes-word-of-the-day-trouble/.
Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/05/04/fowc-with-fandango-basic/.