another little self-talk

second try at this poem, also helped by max, a 'real' poet

step up to the plate

electronic or paper

lined or not there are

still margins boundaries

wiggle as you set your

cleats firmly into the

topic point your pen

--over the fence

--out of the park

this one's for Chaucer

keep your eye on the

and --Swing--

at the ball the subject

your metaphorical bat

swings high and a

miss one strike one out

loose bat almost hits

the ink well the

catcher wants to fight

ink splatter everywhere

crumple the page

second at-bat all the

same metaphor

the same bat and ball

though few folks swing

so consistently missing

the point as you do

Author's Note

More baseball this time; more about writing, too.
What do you think?
Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love baseball, grew up in NY with the Yanks, Dodgers and Giants...
the subject of this poem wanted to be the Babe Ruth of poetry and wound up being less than Mighty Casey.
I love the catcher's reaction...the ink splatter...
I have been known to strike out, missing the point as well.
thank you for this delightfully creative piece of writing, L.J.
I am going to read it again, but first put on my 1929 St. Louis Browns cap.

[LJ]

Thank you! I love your reaction to this piece. You cover all bases. (:

[light and ashes]

I really like this. The ending is kind of humorous.

[LJ]

I'm glad you like this and I appreciate how much. Also, the ending is meant to be "kind of humorous" so I'm especially glad you mention that. Thank you!

[light and ashes]

Well, it succeeded, and you're welcome. 😆 Thank you for stopping by my page too.

[Betty Hermelee]

It's hit and miss with baseball as it is with writing; I love how you intertwined the two, with a delightful piece of writing. Fondly, Betty

[LJ]

Thank you! Your comments are always helpful.