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Pudge.
Like
Bench.
Like
Yogi.
Opening
Day
on the
glistening green
shimmering
diamond,
with
dirt under his nails
he
scoops
the
ball
from
his mitt,
tosses
back to the ace,
crouches,
gives
signal,
waits
for
the curve
of his
smile,
and
spits
o - u
- t.
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| Opening Day 2016. Go M's! photo © 2016 Jennifer Wagner |
A Quadrille poem for dVerse. Exactly 44 words (title excluded), including the word “shimmer” (or variant as I've used here).
Love this, Jennifer. Play ball!
ReplyDeleteThis is timely, indeed--and the atmosphere you create is right in the fly zone. Like the shimmering diamond image. Victoria
ReplyDeleteOur baseball season also started, smiles ~ Love that curve of the smile and spitting OUT ~
ReplyDeletehey batter batter, SWING!
ReplyDeleteNice!
ReplyDeleteI'm not a baseball fan, but I enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteI love opening day! Heck, I just love baseball. :-)
ReplyDeletetake me out to the ball game ..... big smile
ReplyDeleteYes...my five sons all played on teams over the course of past summers!
ReplyDeleteTo be able to be out and play again, what a precious moment to be in..
ReplyDeleteLovely tribute to a great game (can I say, "Go Blue Jays!?")
ReplyDeleteLooks easy but quite difficult with the elusive home run.
ReplyDeleteHank
I like the action here. :-)
ReplyDelete~Imelda
This is really good.
ReplyDeleteGreat baseball poem. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is so cool. A splendid slice of back-to-the-baseball-diamond summer life. A clever structure that builds to a great finish.
ReplyDelete__To me, there is magic in listening to a radio voice telling of the game. The night's darkness, crickets in the trees, the moon across the pond, a cup of tea, and the clap of that bat as it splats the ball over the "Green Monster." ITS GONE... the radio voice shouts, another four bagger!
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i was trying to comment on the poem you posted for oln, but blogger wouldn't let me for some reason so here it is, sorry for the inconvenience!: i couldn't pinpoint precisely how this poem made me feel, but Sanaa got it wonderfully right. dreamy, ethereal, altogether a wispy substance of words and wishful thinking. i love how you incorporated the colors so neatly.
ReplyDeletespitting and poetry. You make it a perfect match
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