9/30 and 10/1 Six Word Memoirs:

Positively negative, looking for better path

On the race track, finish line?

Driving on open road, miserably lost

Completely stationary, yet wanting to move forward

A forehand kisses the net wand hangs there in mid-air, but for once the ball does not come back to my side, as the opponent realizes this he unchains himself from the baseline and scrambles to try to hit the cherished yellow possession back over the seemingly high net, he succeeds, as he hits a ball so high that I am not sure that it ever came down, but it in fact did as I now had to scurry to make sure that all the hard work was for nothing, I took a deep breath and let the play develop in front of me, all of a sudden, I felt as if an angel punched me in the stomach and made me realize that the point was far from over, the opponent, visibly out of breath, hit a weak shot that barely made it over the net; I took advantage of it and hit a groundstroke that sailed past my opponent who was seemingly nailed to the floor, inexplicably the ball was out as I looked up to the heavens and saw the sun blazing down on me, a reminder that there is still day and time left to make up for that mistake

Haikus:

A place of worship

Not to be taken lightly

Playing until dusk

Haikus:

A breeze in envelope

Waiting to now be opened

Needing to just be shown how


Soar like an eagle

Fly low like a white seagull

Depart as a plane

Tennis version of "Slam, Dunk, and Hook":

Overheads, volleys, and serves with Nike's insignia from head to toe.

I outmaneuvered the footwork I thought I had.

Racquet in my hand, nothing feels better

My expressions says it all, nothing but business.  Just like Medusa, look at me and you will turn to stone.

I for once feel in power, watching the ball glide in the air like an eagle and all of a sudden swoop down just out of my opponent's reach

I feel metaphysical when the fans cheered me on.

Beads of sweat dropped onto the unforgiving asphalt after a point in which it seemed like I ran for miles on end

Despite losing this match, I played nonstop, all day, so hard, that the net cord snapped into two

Forehand, backhand, approach shot, volley, overhead, slice.

All of these things make sense to me and are simple like two plus two

Feeling on top of Mt. Olympus, never wanting to come down

I had shots I didn't know were in my bag

After a long day's work, I was short of breath, but more importantly, feeling prepared and motivated to repeat it all again tomorrow.

6 word memoirs:

Alone in a crowd, yet conspicuous

Extremely distant, yet always seemingly approachable

Cold as ice, hot as fire

Sun comes up, worried about yesterday