Poem-A-Day Challenge: Day 5

April is National Poetry Month so I’m tackling the Writer’s Digest 2019 April PAD Challenge hosted by Robert Lee Brewer.

Today’s prompt: Write a stolen poem. And no, don’t steal anyone’s poem! But you can write about doing such a thing. Or stealing hearts, stealing time, stealing minds. Or steeling your mind…

Photo by BullpenAl / iStock

Photo by BullpenAl / iStock


On ridged metal bleachers behind the chain link, we cradled our
Big League pouches of shredded gum
and unfurled sunny hours in giggles and swoons,
casting hopeful eyes
at the shaded dugout,
wanting /not wanting/ to be seen.

hey batta batta hey batta batta

Sometimes we’d shift to the worn grass,
suddenly awkward among the mysterious moms
as we waited hungrily for their sons
to step out of the caged shadow,
each bat a cannoned solo.

pick me up bud pick me up

We watched those cleated boys looping round
the dusty stage, snagging themselves on second,
and wished we could be the ones
calling them loudly home.

All those days clapping and laughing under the raging
sun and I never saw how fleeting it all was,
how irreversible,
how each stolen base is either capture or triumph.
There is no going back.