Ping Pong


Displacing her thought in the air, she top spins

The ball into a pendulum loop, and wins a point.   


Who knows what to make of it?

She is just like a tulip in the wind.


You may think she is something supernatural.

Her body moves with kindness, I look at her

Poetic verses shift through each forehand smash.


Her arm goes back and forth, undulating

To the thumping rhythm of music in my head

Sweet tulip stem, tossing her body in gleeful dance.


Flip, flop, smash—forehand and backhand—

She plays ping pong, it’s her new hobby.



Bibek Adhikari  

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-03-02 at 13:15

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You managed to make Ping Pong poetic in motion. Well done.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Lol ... This is beautiful and somewhat comical too. The beautiful tulip spinning and ping ponging along in your mind.
Lovely images, and happy ones.