J-Mag Guthrie Poet Triolet

A Pitcher Worth a Thousand Words

I never knew a pitcher like the one I met today,
he nibbled at the corners, then brought it hard and fast.
Though others have been on the mound, I really have to say,
I never knew a pitcher like the one I met today.
I was trembling in the batter’s box, completely blown away.
This was our first encounter — it will not be our last.
I never knew a pitcher like the one I met today,
he nibbled at the corners, then brought it hard and fast.

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Darren White May 21, 2017 at 12:42 PM I am totally in love with forms that are repetitive, like villa- and terzanelle, pantoum, and this Triolet. Iambic heptameter this one, melikes. I know nothing about the sport, I enjoy the poem. J-Mag Guthrie May 21, 2017 at 3:21 PM It's double-entendre between pitching and ... yeah. It's better if you understand baseball. I don't think I can explain the pitching part of it in 400 characters.