A true star.

A true star.

She knew I tried so hard,
perfect mate,
wanting to be her raging stud.
Nights I'd reach her yard,
open the gate,
arriving with some solid wood.

Some nights my mind would sail
out to sea,
leaving a dead body upon the shore.
Avoiding her hungry pale
eyes on me,
I knew I'd leave her wanting more.

My greatest days are gone,
over the hill,
I break my back just to please her.
At times it goes wrong,
but I still,
consider myself a true great lover.

                                                                  spb.

Notes: For the Pond Poetry competition.
          The prompt was to read the quote and write what was the first thing that came to mind.
          The quote was: "Baseball is the only field of endeavor where a man can succeed three times out of ten and be considered a good performer."      ~Ted Williams.

            The first thing that came to mind was sometimes your a stud for your woman, but it's not the end of the world when you fail.
           
            The form was Tri-fall. A Tri-Fall consists of three stanzas. Each stanza must have 6 lines. The rhyme pattern for each stanza is a/b/c/a/b/c, and the syllable count for each is 6/3/8/6/3/8. This form was created by Jan Turner.