Euro 2008: an unofficial poem

Euro 2008: an unofficial poem

 

No slipup is now allowed. He utters

them, the words; as her hand slips into his.

The knockout level is a sphere where

the atmospheric pressure reaches high.

With a sigh he mumbles the solemn words

of  the National anthem. Why has he

forgotten one or two lines? He should sing

it in fear and in pride. Through out the life.

Ashamed he kisses her, which is for luck

A charm. His white fingers cross each other.

 

No slipup’s now allowed. Aloud. He cries.

His breathing is a strenuous process. God,

he may die

Reviews

[George Love]

Excellent capture here. Well done!

[alternative_be]

Aha, I am not alone to notice that most soccer players do not know their national anthem ...
They indeed have a lot of responsibility to carry on their shoulders. They have to defend the nation's honour ... I know during the aftermath of one worldcup the Columbian goalkeeper was murdered on arrival back in Columbia, because he failed to catch the ball of the opponent ... This is sheer madness!
Now, one (Dutch) mr. Guus Hiddink is called the traitor of the Dutch nation for having trained the Russian soccer team...
A very good capture of soccer madness!

[Dani California]

I'm not sure, but I'm under the impression you're describing a war pilot...?
Or perhaps an astronaut? Either way, I get the distinct impression that this person
is in flight and in high altitudes. Of course, that could be completely metophoric,
and I'm just slow. lol

Your writing style is incredible and your subject matter always leaves
one to ponder its meaning... leaving many interpretations out there for the taking.

I really would like to know the true meaning behind this, as it will wreak havoc on my
mind probably well into the wee morning hours while I attempt to figure out its exact meaning,
and wonder if my interpretation was competely lame. lol

Outstanding work my friend! Indeed..