New Poem-Bean Bag Toss

Beanbag Toss

By: Blog Admin

I stride forward and toss

a denim beanbag, savoring the thud

it makes as it hits the wood one inch

 away from the hole on the board.

A laser beam of sun hits me,

sending splinters of pain between my eyes.

My fingers wander to massage the spot,

but I halt them and twirl my hair instead.

Another beanbag flies from my fingers.

Another thud hits my ears.

Another breath leaves my lungs.

Something slides from my fingers,

 and I gaze at my third bean bag,

lying in the grass beneath my feet.

I start to bend my knees. The pain pulses in response.

I try to bend at my waist. The pain blazes.

A blur of motion, and my dad

snatches the beanbag and hands it by me.

I bounce it in my hand, test its weight,

and fling it towards the target.