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On The Golf Course

The forecast threatened rain,
yet, there they were,
a brave foursome
armed with irons, and drivers,
wedges, and putters
paying homage to the green,
praying to the benevolent
Deity of the Hole-In-One.

They had mastered par,
battled with a birdie,
and clashed courageously
against provoking divots
throughout the hostile downpour.

But it was the bolt of lightening
that sent them scrambling to the 19th Hole,
fully aware that a golf cart
can only fly
so fast.

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'[The forecast threatened rain,'] That's a very powerful figurative language that heightened the effect of this poem. I glued my eye and read it twice to assimilate the usage of this strong personanification.

A raindrop impacts a bare soil surface something like a metal ball striking the surface. The energy of the raindrop impact is transferred to the soil particles directly under the drop.

Nicely weaved !

"Poetry is invariably imbued with a sense of calm and serenity".


I do not golf, but have observed from a distance. Sometimes it looks pretty fierce. Yes, those raindrops must hurt! I appreciate your reading and commenting!
Thank you!

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You are welcome.

Then you must be a good observer.

"Poetry is invariably imbued with a sense of calm and serenity".


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