Baseball Sonnet
by , 11-09-2007 at 10:43 PM (23992 Views)
I wrote this for the form poetry contest, form was a Petrarchan sonnet. It was inspired while watching the recent world series.
Baseball
What caused the electric air in the park
To pace the game from inning to inning?
Did the World Series spit that special spark
To send players running, the ball spinning?
The pitcher winds, cocks his arm, snaps the wrist;
The batter spread on the balls of his feet
Sweeps the lumber, the curved arc at the gist
Of contact, the glint where bat and ball meet.
Motion takes over: ball departs, glides, soars;
Batter stumbles, regains by the fan’s roars,
Races to juncture of ball, tag, and slide.
The hoarse voice of the umpire’s shout
Dissolves into the night’s whiff without doubt;
Rooters groan and let their pennants subside.




