New Baseball Poems

 Ah hope springs eternal.  I’m feeling the season, so here are a couple new ones, which also infuse some nostalgia for my old hometown of Chicago….enjoy!   Also up at

Pitchers and Catchers (3/2013)

Pitchers and catchers reported today,

Mending the dime-sized hole in the sole of my heart

Discovered while walking through the slush to catch the el

Where I stood underneath broken heat lamps caked with narrow slivers of ice

Because my car is stuck on Cullom Avenue beneath snow drifts piled two feet high.


Wiffle Ball (3/2013)

If I close my eyes, I can see it now

A diamond spread beneath the clouds

In the middle of the cul-de-sac

Second base was a sidewalk crack

If you hit one over the telephone wire

You could take four bases and the fire hydrant


Hearts filled with love and trust

Sweat fell like rain, without the rust

Afraid of nothing, no regrets

Just one pitch and then the next

Eyes upon the spinning wheel

Our folks were young and so were we


Round and shiny with lots of holes,

A wicked curve starts to roll

It could wind up high or dart down low

Just like life…I suppose.

Watch it rise, watch it fall,

We’re beholden to the Wiffle Ball

Published by Doug Hoekstra

Father, wordsmith, musician, creative.

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