Thursday, February 4, 2010


RWP#112....prompt..something inspired by bedroom as a kid.


It was a sanctuary

the walls were special

plastered with baseball cards

the whiz kids playing pepper

a catcher in the grass

the splendid splinter swinging his bat

where the real world was a diamond

my room of dreams

lying on my bed every night

staring, dreaming

at the bums of Flatbush roosting

Newk, Duke, Campy

Jackie dancing some jitterbug number

before stealing second base

always the centre of the diamond

my wall of dreams

with the moon sliding through the shades

staring at those cards

I became that gangling black kid from Mobile

Hank hammerin another out of the park

Willie making another basket catch

a kid from Spavinaw called Mick

doing it all

in my room of dreams

unable to pull up the covers or sleep

summer always in my bones

playing suburban stickball

where the season is forever

travelling with suitcase Simpson and Satchel

I became Minnie Minoso

and all those cards on the wall

my world of dreams.


Anonymous said...

Nice one, Wayne. I had to look up Minnie. Wow.

Paul Oakley said...

I had to Google Minnie too. Quite a career!

I love the lines:

travelling with suitcase Simpson and Satchel
I became Minnie Minoso

I also love the way the wall "papered" with baseball cards combines history and imagination in a way that brings man a young person to life. Great stuff, Wayne!

anthonynorth said...

A great feel to this. The sensations and history that make a life.

Cynthia Short said...

I loved your nostalgic piece, of the VERY few this week that left me with a positive feeling! Very sweet..(I'm sure you HATE that!) ha

Anonymous said...

Jackie dancing some jitterbug number/ before stealing second base

It just made me feel the nostalgia of base ball.

flaubert said...

Ahh! Wayne you do have a way with words. I don't know but maybe two of those baseball players. I enjoyed reading it. Nice job!


Francis Scudellari said...

I was a big baseball geek when I was a kid (and knew all of the references here), so I could very much relate to this one. It captures the rhythm of the game and its eternal quality. I love the line "with the moon sliding through the shades".

Anonymous said... your room! Lost a shoebox full of old cards back in '78, still upset!

Tumblewords: said...

A wonderful room of dreams -

Erin Davis said...

Fantastic. Made me feel like I was in the room with you!

Allan Cox said...

Oh, boy, Wayne, all those cards and great stars. Remember Wiliy's catch against Cleveland in the World Series? I can see your room--a wall of wonder. My man was Stan. Hit .511 at Ebbetts.

Wayne Pitchko said...

Stan "the man" Musial...what a sweet hitter..between the man and the splinter...the 2 best....54 series and Willie's catch on Vic can I ever forget....i was a huge HUGE Indians fan...they have never recovered from that...and before that trading Minnie to WSox...was bhorrible too...dam now Im reliving those days....cheers

madeline d. murray said...

Thank you for taking us

where the real world was a diamond

and sharing the sanctuary. And I love that your wallpaper was something you created.

TechnoBabe said...

I like to hear childhood memories from a male perspective. My brother and I played baseball every chance we had, every day in summer. I could play as any of the boys. You had baseball cards and I had Elvis and Ricky Nelson posters!

Brian Miller said...

fun poem...sounds like my sons room...

ShAKirA CHOONG said...

Wow...I really like that.
Right there with you with the poster and dreams and all. WOW.
Good job.

THE BEATY said...

very very good poem felt the motions I think you were conveing

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