Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Locked up, in the prism of Spring

photo by mistycabal

when you play the game
you risk

forgetting
why you play the game

that's why
spring is so special

the first game,
the dirt, the grass,
pine tar, leather

a hot dog

grilled
among a hundred
others

all those young guys
with dreams

to make the show
& then

those
that know they won't,
that this one

might be the last
& are just happy
to be

playing the game.

written for Poetry Jam

66 comments:

izzy said...

Love the waterfall effect of this-
very refreshing!

the walking man said...

I never liked sports but God knows I loved to play the games others forced me into! I miss that foreman dance near as much as I do my job which I was competent at doing.

Daniel said...

It is that time of year again isn't it? It builds up expectations and stirs dreams even for those of us on the side lines.

Mary said...

Each spring those old familiar games seem new again...the dreams become new again! Yup, spring is always special...each year!

kaykuala said...

Coming back to a fine start. we follow them at real time over here too! Nicely Brian!

Hank

kaykuala said...

Coming back to a fine start. we follow them at real time over here too! Nicely Brian!

Hank

John DeBellis said...

Sure brings it back around and just brings forth the fun.

Shadow said...

You make me wish I was a sport enthusiast, this sounds like fun

Laurie Kolp said...

Oh, yes... baseball. The hamburgers at our ballpark are to die for.

adeeyoyo said...

I was very competitive but realised my limitations. Just the opposite of tall and strapping, and I had very little stamina to speak of. But I remember having those dreams...

Sadia Khan said...

Aahh..I love to be here...and you are amazing as always :)

DJan said...

You are SUCH a hot dog yourself, Brian. Evokes a springtime memory...

Gloria said...

I love spring but I love more Autumn! Yes Im more of autumn/winter and after this summer, believe I wait...
But is curious I love all the begining of season, have something special and all of you had a hard winter!
Happy spring Brian!

Elsie Amata said...

Bring on the Sabrett hot dogs and soon after the beach blankets! Woot Woot!!!!!

happygirl said...

I always loved going to the White Sox opener. It always welcomed spring, even though I was sitting in the bleachers in a parka and mittens.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Baseball - my favorite sport. I LOVE everything about baseball. It's by far the most romantic of all the sports. I am a huge Cincinnati Reds fan so I am hoping that this will be a Red October :)

Robert Gibson said...

I so get this.... wonderfully done!

Mark said...

Well I'm not a big fan of sports, but it is quite fun to do something you enjoy and get lost in it.

tony said...

No Matter How Many Springs Before,This One Always Feels Fresh and always feels like the First one!

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

"when you play the game
you risk
forgetting
why you play the game..."


Hi! Brian...
Thanks, for sharing the
photo by mistycabal
Because it compliments your very poetic words... too!

[How do they say? American favorite past-time...]

I also like the way you described..."why
spring [and Base-ball] is so special..." too!


deedee :)

Pat Hatt said...

yeah jut to enjoy
With no other ploy
As one is able to play
On a nice spring day
Is sure grand
Until some crazy screams from the stand

Tina said...

Oh how I love baseball. "The Show". I've watched Bull Durham at least 50 times. So many good quotes. Loved this piece - gives me spring fever as I sit and stare at the snow out my window.
The Rockies are our home team, and on game day, you can get a "rock-pile" ticket for about $5 I'm guessing (long time since I've had the time to while away an afternoon in this manner - back then they were $1) and the famous South Stands (where we produce the Rocky Mountain Thunder to intimidate the other teams) were open seating. What great times.
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Leovi said...

Excellent poem full of beauty as the spring. Greetings.

Hilary said...

I don't even like baseball but I do like this.

JANU said...

I love rainy season..and adventure sports :)

Wolfsrosebud said...

wow... that worked well. those few lines left me feeling the dust and disagreeing with the ump

Cloudia said...

Love this! Play ball!
Aloha Brian

Mary Ann Potter said...

Playing the game --- a really deep metaphor here! Your presentation, as always, is so well done with the photograph. But the poem itelf is the real star. I really enjoyed your work, as always! 8-)

alan1704 said...

the first game,
the dirt, the grass,
pine tar, leather

Love this, it reminded me of the old First World War poem - play up and play the game. Rich in images and thoughts

thecourseofourseasons.com said...

another sign of spring - loved all the smells associated - grass, air, pine tar, hotdogs- wistful look at the boys of spring - Are your guys playing ball this year? K

Peggy said...

Perhaps the ones who are simply happy to play are the luckiest of all! Lots of concrete images in this--very effective!

Mama Zen said...

This moves beautifully!

Secret Agent Woman said...

Oh no - we're about to enter the time when people post lots of baseball things on FB, aren't we?

chiccoreal said...

Lovely memories of baseball season...and how we all are Superstars with great hopes and great potential~ thanks Brian~ <3

Alice Audrey said...

A metaphor for life. It even works for me, and I'm not a sports type person.

Stephanie said...

Love..related; I am ready!

Tara Miller said...

This makes me miss Florida and all of those spring training games we would watch. I like the way you wrote this with a touch of sadness intertwined with the freshness of spring and new dreams on the horizon. I really wanna go to a game now....

Suz said...

oh yeah, I remember

Lo-Fi Poetry said...

I like the simple innocence found in this.

missing moments said...

From little league to the pros .... fond memories of the spring season! Love how you bring the game to life!

Kelvin S.M. said...

...play the game as if it's your last... giving & living everything to very best of what your heart, mind, and soul can give / offer... just loved it.... a real especial poem Brian... smiles...

SaraV said...

Brian, the love of the game at all levels/refractions? I love the seeing the little league practices on my way home from work. Nice! :-)

The Write Girl said...

I love the game of baseball and your poem is a nice ode to that.

mywordwall said...

It is good not to lose one's focus and purpose for doing something - be it a game or some other endeavors. It is easy to get lost in the competition, in the desire to be the number 1. Sometimes, the best reward is the joy of doing something one loves. Nice reminder, Brian. :-)

Brian Miller said...

that is exactly what i was trying to say....smiles.

RMP said...

it definitely is easy to loose focus on what initially inspired and fall into a trap of forgetting completely that love and joy. it's important to cling to those moments that try to remind us of those humble beginnings.

A said...

Loving the rhythm of this, and the feeling of spring warmth it brings even as I sit next to a cold window with a snowy view.

Claudia said...

oh i like this...starts with the title...and we do tend to forget why we're doing things...starting in spring when all is budding and exciting and then in the summer heat it gets tiresome and routine maybe.. love how the old men that started like the young ones once managed to preserve that first love and happiness despite and through many dis-illusions maybe and stay just for love of the game..

hedgewitch said...

I guess we all have our own reasons for why spring is special--it just is. Great title on this one, bri.

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Lovely. Innocent, sweet. The best part of sports of any kind? The anticipation for the season to come! Great stuff, especially since we got hit with ten inches of snow yesterday. Gives me hope! (wink) Amy

Valerie said...

Ah Spring, so full of expectation and promise. I love it, and I love the way you evoke memory with words.

Lorraine said...

I can feel and smell this, it's powerful Brian

Goofball said...

does it matter to know why we play a game?

Dave King said...

Games are there to be played. They have no other raison d'etre. End of story. Not true. They've one other purpose: to be spun into damn fine poems!

sage said...

Batters up! I enjoy playing the game, still, but with a softball these days.

Grace said...

I am really looking forward to the first touch of spring & watching the games in the field ~

SueAnn Lommler said...

Love the game! Your words sure brought summer out for me'
Thanks
Hugs
SueAnn

Geraldine said...

Oh I loved this Brian...take me out to the ballgame, and make that a veggie dog please!!! ;<)

Loredana Donovan said...

Yes, sometimes it's just about playing the game and not necessarily winning. Nice metaphor about life, Brian. Love the flow of your poem. Baseball is the only sport I enjoy watching. Smiles :)

ND Mitchell said...

Yep. This is a good one. I remember in the film Invictus Nelson Mandela says "as in sport, so in life". :-)

Sue said...

And a great game it is, too!

=)

Old Ollie said...

nice - with us it is flipped - the advent of winter to get back out on the ice -

good take on sport Brian

Heather said...

i love this! makes me want to go to a ballgame!

Myrna R. said...

I never associate Spring with baseball. But yesterday I took my grandson (I'm visiting) to the park and he saw older kids in practice. He so much wanted to play too. Guess he will when older, then Spring will mean something different from flowers and growth. It'll be more about expectation and competition. At least for him.

Gail said...

The fun is in the playing, not the winning.

Well done.

ayala said...

Spring and Baseball ..it's time again! Cool poem!