Bunt
Like a baseball player with warm-up tics
I’ve been through all my favorite habits
waiting for the pulse of a poem in play
for the grip and crack of its contact
I’ve been in the dugout too long
and don’t expect a home-run
I’d settle for a foul with potential
I’d welcome a walk to first base
_________Colleen Redman / Poets United / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
March 24th, 2019 10:20 am
I enjoyed the unique theme of your poem. I think we all hope our words will crack the bat with a home-run. Sometimes it’s not about scoring it’s about the journey.
Enjoy the walks and runs of a poetic life.
March 24th, 2019 10:24 am
Sometimes we need to take the path of least resistance.
March 24th, 2019 11:26 am
Some days, one is just happy to catch what one gets and move on…
March 24th, 2019 11:27 am
“I’ve been through all my favorite habits
waiting for the pulse of a poem in play
for the grip and crack of contact.”
Gosh!❤️ There is such palpable emotion in this poem, Colleen! 🙂
March 24th, 2019 12:04 pm
I am smiling……I know those days….but the words are there and we take what comes.
March 24th, 2019 12:46 pm
“Now I’d settle for a foul with potential”: It’s so good to understand and practice that. Sometimes that bit of potential is the most wonderful thing.
March 24th, 2019 1:00 pm
Love the metaphor in this. My notebooks are full of “warm-up tics.” 🙂
March 24th, 2019 1:51 pm
Never thought of poeming in such a way… but it’s is called wordplay I think
March 24th, 2019 2:35 pm
I love the metaphorical expression throughout the poem. Nicely penned.
March 25th, 2019 1:50 am
Yes, such times can feel desperate – but it sounds like your speaker is about to take matters into her own hands (and/or feet) and move forward anyway. Bravo!
March 25th, 2019 6:26 pm
STRIKE!
March 26th, 2019 1:52 pm
I’d be happy if somebody would just take me out to the ballgame.
March 26th, 2019 5:58 pm
I have a computer full of poorly played poetry.