The Base Stealer Poem by Robert Francis

The Base Stealer

Rating: 4.5


Poised between going on and back, pulled
Both ways taut like a tightrope-walker,
Fingertips pointing the opposites,
Now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped ball
Or a kid skipping rope, come on, come on,
Running a scattering of steps sidewise,
How he teeters, skitters, tingles, teases,
Taunts them, hovers like an ecstatic bird,
He's only flirting, crowd him, crowd him,
Delicate, delicate, delicate, delicate—now!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lantz Pierre 27 January 2017

What a beautiful, evocative rendering of the plight of the baseball player leading off, tempting, teasing, caught in that exhilarating moment during a game that hangs in the air, hoping to steal a base and advance his team's hopes of victory. It rolls it all up and gets my heart beating, just like the real thing. Masterful.

13 18 Reply

Agreed good sir! I truly love this poem

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um ok 24 April 2021

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Raymond Farrell 27 April 2015

This certainly puts into words we can all relate to. Good write.

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Dakota Giddeon 09 November 2017

It was so boring not being rude it was just not interesting.

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