April is National Poetry Month and, according to my calendar, we have just enough time for a contextually appropriate Purple Row poetry slam. Not that we necessarily need that justification, but it helps. The downside to that is we may have to start doing this for other themed months. But the upside is that May is National Pet Month, so get ready for a boatload of Rookie pictures.
Anyway, enjoy these poems on this final day of National Poetry Month, and add your own to the comments as well!
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The Rage of Oberg
(with apologies to Homer and thanks to Connor Farrell)
Coors — Goddess, sing the rage of Charlotte Rose’s father, Oberg,
ruddy cheeked, purple clad, who meted out a cold autumn loss to the Cubs,
hurling down on the House of Wrigley so many sliders,
great hitters’ souls — Bryant, Gore, Báez, Almora Jr. — their bats left broken,
keepsakes for the bat boys and grounds crew,
— srd
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Ian Desmond, a haiku
Hitting fly balls is
Not always a solution
Walks in short supply
-egm
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The qualities of a Ghost
We know it when we see it, ineffable
We debate it because we know it, ungraspable
We want what we don’t know
We demand what we can’t see
A Ghost, an Ace
Unusable
-egm
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Ode to Coors Field
‘A product of their home park’
Is what you might hear
For your favorite Rockies’ player
Who just had a career year
You just know they’re gonna hit
At high elevation
Pay no mind to the metrics
They must be aberration
But a team built on pitching
How could it be?
For a team at Coors Field?
Put simply, K-Free
Add Márquez and Gray
Someone must be an ace
Even at Coors Field
The starters are setting the pace
The Coors takes have flowed
Since 1995’s inception
Why isn’t Walker in the Hall?
Don’t buy into deception
With a full row of purple
Laid out one mile high
And party decks plenty
That reach to the sky
We honor Coors Field
Through thick and through thin
It’s not just a gimmick
To say so is a sin
A World Series win
That’s all that is missing
Could this be the year?
It’s what we’re all wishing
—bk