THE FLIGHT

by TUPLDRFLancaster, Pennsylvania, USA

Jul 2012 573 Views 5 comments

"THE FLIGHT"

The bat is poised to unleash its magnificent fury
As the soon to be punished spheroid prepares to take flight
In the majestic orbit that is both timeless & startling
The hurtling spheroid cuts a perfect arc
As it knifes its way flawlessly through the acquiescent firmament
Sans reflection
Sans protest
Sans regret
It feels the whooshing poetry
Admires its full-bodied trajectory
And can't help emitting its wan smile
In the heart of the battered ball's descent.

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Posted: Jul 2012

About this poem:

Baseball is in full swing right now and I wanted to pay homage to an overlooked important component of the game....the ball

Whether it's Amish children playing baseball in the ballfield adjacent to their one room schoolhouse, 80 year old men playing softball in organized leagues, a parent pitching to a young son or daughter...a ball of some sort is essential.

Therefore, here is a paean that I composed for the baseball, softball, rag ball..or whatever happens to get batted about.