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Batter Up, No Longer

From outfield judging eyes await your plight, though sweat and stupor feign to your ruin. Now pull up your trousers, cinch your belt tight... glaring down from mound, pitch straight and proven. Blurred ball unleashed, pitcher's swift arm uncoiled... tho' bat be av'rage, the batter may not. Cauldron-like blood boiled, fever'd swing loyal, now away to skies, all eyes on prized swat. Faithfully she watched from merciful stands, clouds roll away from fancy, fated rush. His chance to meet life, alone in her hands, though startled by a bat's powerful crush. Will you strike true in life's bewilder'g plan, carried on shoulders of heavenly fans?

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Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 12/26/2019 3:34:00 AM

Marvelous poem, Q! The layered meaning is top-notch vid game worthy. And the imagery is in-deed a field of dreams. Aurora bright write! May love light your path in life always.

Panagiota Romios

Date: 11/10/2019 6:42:00 PM

Hi..fantastic sonnet. Will read to my grandson who is an ALL STAR baseball player and poet in his own right. I am moved Byhis reactions to very adult poetry, more so than adults. Having tons of homework and a desire to remain on the Dean's list leaves no time for Poetry..He adds images to his Poetry and has baseball camp tomorrow allday. Plus a great pianist! Panagiota A FAV

Janice Canerdy

Date: 10/8/2019 10:25:00 AM

Moving sonnet--especially the theme stated in the couplet! Janice

Quoth Theraven
Date: 10/8/2019 11:53:00 PM

Janice, Many happy returns to find so deep a well of soul and grace. Though fickle with my notions, true to deepest emotions. -Richard

Ann Foster

Date: 10/7/2019 9:47:00 AM

This was wonderful. I enjoyed every word and read it twice. Ann

Quoth Theraven
Date: 10/8/2019 11:45:00 PM

Ann, Thank you for the comment. I think you write wonderfully too BTW. -Richard

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/27/2019 8:53:00 PM

seems like a really cool metaphor there!!! Also baseball is one sport I actually don't mind watching, so I liked seeing the terms used in this. You said you loved chantilly. Yes, that scent is so wonderful to me!

Quoth Theraven
Date: 10/8/2019 11:42:00 PM

Andrea, Sweet metaphor can't make up for all the lost days. Though a perfume's scent can erase time on short trip to the land of What Once Was... -Rich

Vijay Pandit

Date: 9/27/2019 5:09:00 PM

You painted the scene well..I like the imagery and metaphor...Will you strike true in life's bewilder'g plan...excellent poetry!

Quoth Theraven
Date: 10/8/2019 11:38:00 PM

Vijay, Thank you for all the comments, what a year it has been stirring the Soup. -Richard

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/27/2019 2:40:00 PM

I like the way you brought baseball into your poem as the season is ending. The couplet at the end gives us much to ponder. Hope we all strike "true." Best wishes, Carolyn

Quoth Theraven
Date: 10/8/2019 11:36:00 PM

Carolyn, Thank you for the comments. Let no doubt hold nor dour forecast be, these days reveled in the company of friends. Who said that? I did. -Richard

Sandra L. Weiss

Date: 9/24/2019 12:49:00 PM

Life experiences, created by others can leave us with such doubt, that it can consume us. To overcome it, takes strength, it is worth it. A baseball fan, I found this reference very clever Richard, and written so well.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 10/8/2019 11:27:00 PM

Sandra, Thanks for the comments. So enjoyed reading 'A Wooded Trail'. -Richard

Hello There

Date: 9/14/2019 11:10:00 PM

Really good question ~ what will he do, I wonder? I enjoyed your sonnet. Has me thinking still...

Quoth Theraven
Date: 10/8/2019 11:19:00 PM

Hello Hello, Thanks for the comment. I wondered too. -Richard

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/10/2019 7:27:00 AM

You have captured the essence of humanness in this one. "Blurred ball unleashed, pitcher's swift arm uncoiled... tho' bat be av'rage, the batter may not." Well done!

Robert Lindley

Date: 9/6/2019 8:07:00 PM

Amazing creation and a very fine sonnet . Baseball was my favorite sport to play as a kid.. Great verses- love the depth and imagery in this awesome creation. ' A fav...

Brenda Chiri

Date: 9/3/2019 6:37:00 PM

I do love a good sonnet and you did not disappoint!;)

Heidi Sands

Date: 9/2/2019 3:58:00 PM

Well written. I like how you put this together:)

Sandra Adams

Date: 9/1/2019 6:58:00 PM

wow, great use of metaphor in the sonnet, i felt like i was watching a play by play at the ball park...nicely penned :)

Panagiota Romios

Date: 9/1/2019 12:24:00 AM

Richard, a great poem. Really like you using baseball to create a lovely sonnet. Panagiota

Panagiota Romios
Date: 11/4/2019 11:44:00 AM

My grandson wrote a fab poem on baseball. He's a Little League All Star. The MLBis his goal, not poetry. Has a room full of trophies I read his some poetry of Pablo Neruda""He liked it. He loves the Bard, too. Panagiota Me? EE Cummings ..,oh it moves me.))

Quoth Theraven
Date: 9/2/2019 1:31:00 PM

Panagiota, Thanks for the comment. Though iambs rhyme and metered feet may fail. I hoped my well direct'd pen would prevail. -Richard