driving home
from a softball game
and my daughter is
saying
I’m So over it
I mean one inning
one time at bat
I just don’t care
and I mumble back
so quit
but my eyes are drawn
to the clouds
the colors
up
there
the sun setting against
the spiny ridged green mountain
looking so unreal
so perfect
wishing I was a painter of color
images in oil
and she says
well You would
and I forgot what we were talking
about
o
right I would
I would what
quit
god mom sometimes you just don’t listen
I
am
So
over it
and I look at her with the cutest pout
and fire in her eyes
look back to the clouds
fire in the sky
and
think
wrong
I can’t quit
even if I only play one inning
even if
no one ever reads my words
even if
I only have one time at bat
and I do listen
I’m always listening
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Reviews of "fire in the sky"
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on March 6, 2003
Jo this is awesome...I love the deep meaning in this one..Floria
Reviewed by Mom
Reviewed on March 6, 2003
This is very good. Tell her not to quit, it was just an unsettling day for her.
Keep writing. Mom
I was struck by the duel roles of poet and mother, each with only one time at bat and only our love and instincts to guide us in either endeaver. good job, Josie.
Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
Reviewed on March 5, 2003
Ah I loved this, I could see you both sitting there, bantering, only half listening and taking it all in, just the same.......great stuff!!!
*standing o* you said it, josie...you said it! BAM!! "i can't quit/even if i only play one inning/even if/no one reads my words..." WOW...BRAVO!!!!!!!! excellent advice...your daughter should be proud to have a mom like you. (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
So wonderfully written....I enjoyed this very much!
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on March 5, 2003
Oh Josie, the fire in the sky matches the fire in your eyes. And I can just picture the glow and burning desire. You relate to fine expressions of love and harmony. A beautiful poem. Bill
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on March 5, 2003
Wonderful write, Josie. You must be such a good mother.
I love this....It is so hard for your girl. ho only wants to prove herself.. I coach baseball.. so I know how she feels..I try to get every kid in for a minimum of three innings.. How else can they improve..that said.. you painted a picture of a magnificent sky .. I long for that mountain... and NO.. Neither of you should never quit!!!!!!!!!!
Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 5, 2003
Sometimes one time at bat is all we get.
I liked this piece, the form you chose reflects your thoughts... intermittent, halting, bouncing from one to the next. Very effective.
-James
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Keep writing. Mom
WILLIAM
Ditto to everything said.
~E
I liked this piece, the form you chose reflects your thoughts... intermittent, halting, bouncing from one to the next. Very effective.
-James