Wisconsin Timber Rattlers vs. Beloit Snappers, August 5, 2006
David Schaafsma
Seventh Beloit home run disappears
Into a stand of pines, two Sand
Hill Cranes split the moon
Seventh Beloit home run disappears
Into a stand of pines, two Sand
Hill Cranes split the moon

3 Comments:
At 9:57 AM,
David Schaafsma said…
Okay, I know that is not technically a haiku, which is 5-7-5 syllables, not words, though I am emboldened by none other than haiku expert and author and our very own baseball poetry blog contributor John O'Connor who suggests some slipperiness is possible with the form. . . But nevertheless, I awoke at 5 this morning and marched out a syllabic version which is tighter and makes a change of a fact I had made up anyway (seventh to sixth) (though the rest of the facts are not made up, promise, except there really were two cranes, not the one in this version):
Sixth Beloit home run
Swallowed by ancient pine grove
Sand Hill Crane splits moon
At 12:33 AM,
Andrew McCuaig said…
What's this? Critique and comment on your own poem! What kind of outfit is this? Even more embarrassing, though, would be if your comment were the only one, so here I go: I actually like the first one best. The 5-7-5 poem seems too "confucious say" for my tastes. So it's not a haiku, strictly speaking: so what? I suspect the poem is meant to be playful, but on a serious note, I like the mix of ancient/timeless and modern, a nice tribute to baseball through this juxtaposition. Love the title, too.
I liked reading your long poems, Dave, but need a bit more brain space to comment on it. Perhaps over T-giving. --Andrew
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