Monday, April 4, 2016

Calling the Game

Like Pudge.
Like Bench.

Like Yogi.

Opening Day
on the glistening green


with dirt under his nails

he scoops
the ball
from his mitt,

tosses back to the ace,

gives signal,

for the curve

of his smile,
and spits

o - u - t.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

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).


De Jackson said...

Love this, Jennifer. Play ball!

Victoria Ceretto-Slotto said...

This is timely, indeed--and the atmosphere you create is right in the fly zone. Like the shimmering diamond image. Victoria

Grace said...

Our baseball season also started, smiles ~ Love that curve of the smile and spitting OUT ~

grapeling said...

hey batter batter, SWING!

SilverGardenia said...

Nice! said...

I'm not a baseball fan, but I enjoyed this.

Fireblossom said...

I love opening day! Heck, I just love baseball. :-)

Anonymous said...

take me out to the ball game ..... big smile

lynn__ said... five sons all played on teams over the course of past summers!

brudberg said...

To be able to be out and play again, what a precious moment to be in..

Unknown said...

Lovely tribute to a great game (can I say, "Go Blue Jays!?")

kaykuala said...

Looks easy but quite difficult with the elusive home run.


Imelda said...

I like the action here. :-)



This is really good.

Arcadia Maria said...

Great baseball poem. :)

Wendy Bourke said...

This is so cool. A splendid slice of back-to-the-baseball-diamond summer life. A clever structure that builds to a great finish.

Magyar said...

__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!

milestowrite said...

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.

Margaret said...

spitting and poetry. You make it a perfect match