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Thoughts for a Saturday

It happens this way …

It’s been almost a year since I launched this blog and announced my intention of posting one – maybe two or three – articles a month. I’m proud to say I’ve been able to write one a week – mostly – and have had fun doing it.

When yesterday’s deadline came and went and I didn’t do my job, it was an “oh, well” moment. But this morning, I got a nudge that advised me to share a few things that happened since March that I haven’t covered yet.

March 24  We celebrated Kathy’s 62nd birthday by going on a riding safari at the Town Center Mall.

the Mall

March 26  For all the photographers out there, check out http://funny.pho.to. You can do lots of creative things for free on this site like creating fractals of your photos, putting them on covers of magazines, or, like this one, finding unique ways to frame them.

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March 31 The Feral Poets reunited at Papa Hayden’s when our transplanted-to-Vermont poet/friend Tricia Knoll returned for a visit.

Ferals
Carolyn Martin, Tricia Knoll, Pattie Palmer-Baker, Shawn Aveningo Sanders, Cathy Cain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

April 20  Since so many Facebook friends liked this photo from the Chinese Garden, I created a card from it.

Chinese Garden

May 4 The goslings were playing outside the Ledding Library Pond House while poets read from The Poeming Pigeon’s sports-themed issue.

goslins

Here’s my poem in this anthology. It’s based on years playing baseball on the dusty field below my house in Woodbrigde, NJ. I finally learned how to “step into it.”

A nine-year-old finds her stance

From half the distance to the pitcher’s mound,

he lobbed the hardball toward the plate

and watched my flat-foot swing.

 

Strike twelve! he laughed.

I’m thinking at this rate

we’ll be here until the bar shuts down

and Uncle Charlie’s car careens

around the hill.

 

I found his humor flat.

I could not instigate one measly hit

that afternoon and wound                             

my fingers in a tighter grip.

You’re not so hot yourself.

You only threw eight strikes.

Four wild balls don’t count.

Shut up and pitch.

 

Look, he coached. You need to shift

your weight. Lift your left foot up.

Keep your shoulders straight.

Step into the ball as you bring

the bat around.

 

That made no sense at all.

Why dance around the batter’s box

when feet want solid ground?

Why lose balance on a kid’s advice?

 

But, I admit, redemption comes—

not too soon, not too late—

to those who want it bad enough.

My step into his next sharp pitch

surprised us both. Scuffed leather skated

by his outstretched hands

and skimmed across the stony field.

The wondrous zing as bat greets ball!

Worth a summer’s wait.

*****

I can still feel the bat in my hands and smell the leather of my glove and the baseball. Wondrous memories!

 

 

 

 

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Carolyn Martin
Published on:
May 11, 2019
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  1. Tricia Knoll

    May 11, 2019 at 4:23 pm

    Thank you for posting the picture of the Ferals. Love you all!

    Reply
    • carolynmartinpoet

      May 11, 2019 at 4:41 pm

      Back at ya, Tricia!

      Reply
  2. B. E. Berger

    May 13, 2019 at 8:13 am

    Thanks for getting us up to date. Happy belated to Kathy. PS I want that panda !!

    Reply
  3. carolynmartinpoet

    May 13, 2019 at 8:21 am

    You can find her at the Town Center Mall, lower level, outside Macy’s. If you break in late at night, I’m sure she would be happy to escape with you:-)

    Reply

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