madness
in March; the crowds crowd,
passion, loyalty, rivalry,
eyes fixed as
players run, pass, defend and shoot –
breathless pause as ball bounces
on rim.
Written in honor of the Purdue Boilermakers, a wonderful team of talented young men that lost in the Elite Eight.
Copyright ©2026 Lisa Paul. All rights reserved.
Lesley’s Prompt: Write a Cameo poem—a tiny, distilled moment—on any theme you choose.
Form
- 7 lines;
- Syllable count: 2 / 5 / 8 / 3 / 8 / 7 / 2;
- Imagery is essential;
- Minimalism is encouraged
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
Are you from Purdue, Lisa? ❤
~David
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I did not attend Purdue University, however, my daughter-in-law graduated from there and my youngest son works there, as senior publicity and promotional manager for the School of Engineering. The team was exceptional, and they really got me excited about the possibility of them winning. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be.
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I know nothing about basketball- but I did like the suspense in your verse!
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