motionless...between going back and forth
pulled both ways taut like a rope
fingertips shake, pointing opposite ways
arms swing down, pitch is released
jolting forward, one, two, three
Freeze, watch carefully,
Taunts them, hovers like an ecstatic bird,
It's only flirting, watch out watch out
Delicately graceful, a choice is made
Dig, Dig, Dig.
Reality Check
One miss, one bobble, stumble, or fall
could be the end
of simply nothing at all
The ball is thrown
Two can't win
Lace comes untied, a stumble,
pickel! pickel! pickel!
to and fro both home and third
Determined minds
Pitcher blocks the plate
Descending fast the runner
challenges the pitcher
Two can't win
together they collide
You're Out! Shouts the umpire
One runner
represents the home team
betrayed again?
They halt, both
hurt and bleeding
Wait! ! ! !
a ball, sits alone
by homeplate
SAFE! calls the umpire
Home team wins the game
Twisted realization
if only this was the ending
to the perfect game that day
that's to simply
still in a pickel
running back and forth
endlessly from third to home
two people battle
if only both could win
i wish
but that's not how a game works
one wins, one loses
could there be a tie?
No, that'd be to perfect
Two can't win
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem