Nightly Ritual

[TheWall0912]

I decided not to add much punctuation or capitalization, even though I normally go crazy with it. Not sure about the title. I wanted to capture as many sensory details as possible without falling into purple prose.


Nightly Ritual

ping pong of tennis balls against racquets-- Really like this start
a solid pop and a twangy boing back and forth Not sure how I feel about twangy, to me a twang is more like the sound of a banjo or something. Maybe just leave it as "a solid pop back and forth" but that's just me
fence clashing as a shot flies outward
cicadas chattering rhythmically I really like that you added this line in there. Even though it isn't about the same thing as the rest of the lines I think it ties into the poem. Really like it.
coarse yellow fur of an old friend Are tennis balls really coarse? They feel soft to me...
warm air enveloping skin, embracing, invigorating
hands warming as blood pumps through veins
feet skidding across rusty concrete
dark orange marks like comets across a twinkling green sky
laughter. I really like this ending as well! It sums up the whole piece.

I am an avid tennis player and absolutely love the sport. I think this is a great poem! Some lines are a little iffy for me (ex: dark orange marks like comets across a twinkling green sky) but for the most part I really enjoy the piece.