Baseball Poetry

Dedicated to the writing of those invited to participate in a baseball poetry project. Those invited were asked to 1) go to a baseball game, any game and 2) create a poem, in any shape or form about that particular game or some memory of baseball, for the purpose of developing a collection. Most baseball poetry collections are ones culled from the works of famous poets; this one is designed to be more democratic, inviting some established poets and others moved to write baseball poems.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

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

posted by David Schaafsma @ 2:03 PM  

2 Comments:

  • At 9:57 AM, Blogger 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

     

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