Batter Up

a home run for the soul

Batter Up

It's been a whole day in silence
The roar of yesterday pitched itself to the bleachers
The diamond's stillness settles upon me
A home run of my soul rounds the bases
I've spoiled a pitcher's perfect game
as I sit in the dugout of my home

Faced with many an inning of life
I do know the goal of more
sitting quietly among myself
listening to the diamond sage of old
Come gather round your words
that find a contentment within the whole.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Valentine!

On your special day! We never had enough players to field all positions so we altered the rules according to manpower.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Cyprian!

Hands moving up the bat to see who would get first picks.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

I still see an old friend that I played baseball with at the school grounds.

Regards,
Al

[Valentine]

We get up, get a hit or strike out. Some days we win others we lose. Nice idea for a write. Valentine

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Enjoyed the comparison between life and baseball. Well written. Tyfs

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's not whether we win or lose, it is how we have played the game that will put us in the hall of fame of life.
love the metaphor...

j.