Last Game of the Season
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Last Game of the Season
v2:
Last Game of the Season
Under high clouds we wave our thunder sticks.
I recall biking to this stadium
as a kid, the air stuttering
from baseball cards pinned to my spokes.
When the team won it was like the clouds parting,
an omen of good things to come...
The game is different now.
I will never pitch in the major leagues.
No one scouts the stands
for old southpaw talents,
their hair greying like wild thistles.
I should give up following sports.
Why get excited over what
others do? My neighbor Anna
says distractions at our age, even chasing money,
are like pissing on a house in flames.
I stand up for the seventh inning stretch,
and scan the park
trying to memorize
the players lobbing balls to each other
in the outfield, beneath the bright towers...
another year, this my seventy fifth--
like my youth--a pop fly lost in the lights
v1:
Last Game of the Season
Under high clouds we wave our thunder sticks.
I remember biking to this stadium
as a kid, the air stuttering
from baseball cards pinned to my spokes.
When the team won it was like the clouds parting,
an omen of good things to come...
The game is different now.
I will never pitch in the major leagues.
No one is scouting the stands
for old southpaw talents,
their hair greying like wild thistles.
I should give up following sports.
Why should I get excited over what
others do? My neighbor Anna
says distractions at our age, even chasing money,
are like pissing on a house in flames,
a waste of time. I stand up.
It's the seventh inning stretch.
I scan the park, trying to memorize
the players lobbing balls to each other
in the outfield grass, beneath the bright towers...
another year, this my seventy fifth--
like my youth--a pop fly lost in the lights
Last Game of the Season
Under high clouds we wave our thunder sticks.
I recall biking to this stadium
as a kid, the air stuttering
from baseball cards pinned to my spokes.
When the team won it was like the clouds parting,
an omen of good things to come...
The game is different now.
I will never pitch in the major leagues.
No one scouts the stands
for old southpaw talents,
their hair greying like wild thistles.
I should give up following sports.
Why get excited over what
others do? My neighbor Anna
says distractions at our age, even chasing money,
are like pissing on a house in flames.
I stand up for the seventh inning stretch,
and scan the park
trying to memorize
the players lobbing balls to each other
in the outfield, beneath the bright towers...
another year, this my seventy fifth--
like my youth--a pop fly lost in the lights
v1:
Last Game of the Season
Under high clouds we wave our thunder sticks.
I remember biking to this stadium
as a kid, the air stuttering
from baseball cards pinned to my spokes.
When the team won it was like the clouds parting,
an omen of good things to come...
The game is different now.
I will never pitch in the major leagues.
No one is scouting the stands
for old southpaw talents,
their hair greying like wild thistles.
I should give up following sports.
Why should I get excited over what
others do? My neighbor Anna
says distractions at our age, even chasing money,
are like pissing on a house in flames,
a waste of time. I stand up.
It's the seventh inning stretch.
I scan the park, trying to memorize
the players lobbing balls to each other
in the outfield grass, beneath the bright towers...
another year, this my seventy fifth--
like my youth--a pop fly lost in the lights
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Re: Last Game of the Season
Boom. This is an excellent poem Bob. My nom for IBPC unless you want to send it out. Everything works.
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Re: Last Game of the Season
Thanks, Ken... so glad to see your remarks! A nom is appreciated; this month has a number of worthy postings.... including your Sandberg poem, Eira’s piece, Billy’s poem, Meenas’ poem... just to name some off the top of my head
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Re: Last Game of the Season
OK. This one is one of your best Bob. Just so you know.
I would love to see it go forward
I would love to see it go forward
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Re: Last Game of the Season
Thanks, Ken....I'll think about sending it out, and let you know....thx again
Re: Last Game of the Season
Bob,
I love reading your poems.
They flow with ease and never too lengthy.
This one is a gem. Agree with Ken.
I love reading your poems.
They flow with ease and never too lengthy.
This one is a gem. Agree with Ken.
meenas17
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Re: Last Game of the Season
Thank you, Ken. I would appreciate the nom.
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Re: Last Game of the Season
Sorry, just getting back to you, Meenas. Thank you for your lovely review
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Re: Last Game of the Season
Hi Bob,
consider w/out the the unneeded phrase
"a waste of time."
Yes, I relate to your memoir poem. Ironically so in that I looked forward to the ball park & stadium for the music concerts, not the games. By analogy, the experience is familiar,
through to the wonderful grand slam-finale
Michael (MV), my youth - my concert-going days
Always near
I hear
with the ear
in my HeArt
consider w/out the the unneeded phrase
"a waste of time."
Yes, I relate to your memoir poem. Ironically so in that I looked forward to the ball park & stadium for the music concerts, not the games. By analogy, the experience is familiar,
through to the wonderful grand slam-finale
Michael (MV), my youth - my concert-going days
Always near
I hear
with the ear
in my HeArt
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Re: Last Game of the Season
I have revised the poem some based on some wonderful suggestions sent to me by Poetema. Thx, Poetema....Michael, Poetema says that she/he hasn't been able to log on? Can you contact Poetema and help? Thanks, Michael.