Field of vision
Waking to our dream
It's like this:
After a long climb, calves aching,
we finally reach the upper deck
and step through the arch
into another world --
the green field spread below us
like the prologue of a new book,
the geometry of a story to come;
the hum of leisurely bustle,
the wheat-field undulation
of bodies stirred
by the same breezy dream,
all immersed in endless sky,
a gentle blue ocean
that will glide us into purple majesty
and secret stars.
It is our world,
our story,
our passage into a time
unknown yet already beloved.
Beloved,
this is what it is like
to wake to a new day
beside you.
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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Peanuts and Crackerjack
Bottom of the ninth inning. The game is tied with two outs, two strikes and a man on second. I tap the bat on home plate. The rigid vibrations it creates reminds my aching digits that this isn't over. The practice swing only adds to the heft of mental burnout... Man on second, willing to chance it. Pitcher eyes him but doesn't give in to the dangerous bluff. I kick up dust, readying the peculiar stance I've had since the days of little league. The bat lays stiff upon my cramping shoulder. Pain has no reason to be acknowledged; it's a fleeting afterthought. The sun sits passed high noon, but the stadium lights are on anyway. They trick my brain into believing they are the cause of this sweltering heat. Sporadic clouds are motionless, they too, don't want to miss this exhilarating predicament. Anticipating the next pitch, intensifying roars from the crowd rumble the stadium... Behind me, the crafty catcher adjusts his stance and spits to the dry dirt. Behind him, the staunch umpire doesn't flinch or even blink; he knows how important his call will be. The pitcher winds up, his grip tells me its gonna curve. The release is fierce! Beads of sweat from his hair and face disperse in every direction as the force of his might is unfailing. My left leg lifts—an instinctual move that will increase the power of my swing. It's all down to my two, bloodshot eyes. They lock onto the speeding, white dot as it instantly becomes the target I intend to destroy. The swing is late, but I manage a solid tip. The ball is taking a fast bounce toward the pitcher who is recovering from the almighty throw! Man on second leaves in a desperate rush! I fling the bat to the side with a sense of urgency and make a mad sprint to the only destination I have—first base. Three defenders race inward to be the first to retrieve the skidding ball. Man is almost on third! I watch the open glove of my adversary, wondering if I’ve done enough to win this race. I switch my attention to his eyes, looking for a clue, some kind of reaction that tells me the ball is in the air and heading his way. All I see is frustration. The deafening roar of the crowd spikes! Something happens that I can’t see! My opponent abandons his post right as my left stride touches the bag. I waste no time turning my head to see the pitcher laying on his stomach, pounding the mound with an open glove. He misses the opportunity to out me and the ball has quickly bounced past him. Excitement grows! This isn’t over yet... It's become an imperative fight to tag out the runner heading homeward. The catcher falls to his knees in obvious despair as he watches my teammate make the run of his life. He knows it’s going to be close when he sees the shortstop fumble the ball a second too long. I jump up and down with no plans on leaving first base. All my chips are on the speed and agility of the active runner. His cleats dig into the dirt, trailing a dust-filled cyclone from the rapid and strenuous strides. With a thrusting dive and an outstretched arm, he lands on his chest to begin the crucial slide to home plate. The shortstop fires the ball to the catcher! It immediately begins closing the gap! Nail-biting doesn't begin to describe the anxious vibe permeating the stadium. The bench begins to celebrate even before he reaches the plate. Forty thousand cheering fans reach maximum crescendo, filling the air with a glorious sound. Everyone knows how this story will end… My teammate is met by the entire bench as his fingers inch across home plate, instantly followed by the unmistakable motion of the catcher's glove attempting to tag him out—its milliseconds too late. The ump swings his arms outward, officially calling him safe.
By Lamar Wiggins3 days ago in Fiction
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The double speak here is gorgeous. Poetic speech is so hard to achieve sometimes, but I find it hits me hardest when the verses are referring to two separate ideas and making them overlap. Yet, it isn’t heavy handed at all here; the image helps focus the words, but it would still be a beautiful poem without it and not lose its meaning. “The geometry of a story to come” “The wheat field undulation of bodies stirred by the same breezy dream” —both related to baseball, yet independent of the sport, paint a picturesque scene of bliss somewhere whimsical. Just gorgeoussss. So well done. And of course the ending, without it, the anchor is gone. ❤️❤️❤️
I must admit the only thing I ever really liked about going to a baseball game was sharing the beautiful day (and a beer and a dog) with those I love. You captured that very well here! The syllabic arrangement in the last four lines was especially nice!
very moving
I love the way this flows. Exceptional writing and the ending was perfect. You just got a new subscriber.
a soft dreamlike love. very well done :)
very well closed, congrats..
Very moving piece! I am subscribing to you so I can read more of your work.
good
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great writing skills you have. 💖🌸✨
Gorgeous! So well done ❤️
Beautiful, Sonia.
An excellent job of introspective with art, nature and creative way to express a story about a ball game and being next to someone you dearly love ❤️ congratulations 🎉 on top story
Congratulations 💖🎉✨
Wonderful words and congratulations on your Top Story
Beautiful piece. Congrats on the TS
Subscribed! This is so beautiful.
Absolutely beautiful and inspiring! Each little description full of magic. Love this, Sonia!
What a gift, to be able to see so much & so far before you with the one you love.
Simply beautiful!
I really did not see the ending coming and I love it! It really took on a whole new level of meaning the second time reading through ❤️ beautiful!!