I may not be able to keep this up, but I'm going to give it a try! This poem is written in response to Impromptu #1. Patrick Williams. I followed the link to his prompt generator which came up with the challenge to write a poem entitled Boxing and to include five words chosen from two pages of a selected document; mine were: toil, clay, brethren, rendezvous and wayward. So, here it is:
Adversaries toil in the gloom
Reshaping their clay
To the catcalls of brethren
Who gather at this grim rendezvous
They slide silver across palms
Tributary alms of the ring-bound temple
In anticipation of the wayward punch
That would both solve and salve sorrows
Only to be blessed by a body blow
A laying on of hands, no Lazarus here
Just bare-knuckle bankruptcy
In the bloody communion of a sawdust circus.
A writer - I think that says it all.