4.01.2012

spring training

Now it is another April
and I await your violets,
wishing you would bloom,
even at the sides of my eyes.

It's baseball season
but I'm lost on the sidelines.
I can't find you on my map
because you are in the outfield.

I don't understand it when
people say they receive visits;
you've never come to see me.
This spring, maybe a home run.

Maybe I'll get to visit with you.

25 comments:

  1. Happy Springtime, Marian. Hope you feel better soon.

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    1. thanks, kerry. i slept for the ENTIRE day, a miracle in itself, and am feeling quite a lot better. back to normal tomorrow!

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  2. I read this as a missing of your grandmother, and I understand about not getting visits. I always wonder if people who say they do actually do or not. I hope the violets provide comfort and some good memories.

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    1. i really don't understand that and wonder whether i'm not open to such a thing?
      i think about her all the time, and i have her papers, work with her words.
      so she's with me in that way. thank you, mary.

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  3. Kinda reminds me of Fever Pitch, with Drew Barrymore. This is the season of Indian Premier League (CRICKET) here, and there are already preparations for IPL widows.but its just a phase of one month.things do sort out eventually.

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  4. I like how each stanza can also stand on its own.

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  5. Oh I so know the missing of a grandmother. I was riding the bus home from my grandma's funeral, at which Galway Bay was played at the end (her favorite music).......I was reflecting on the funeral, her life and so on, when suddenly, the tinkle of Galway Bay entered my brain on the left side, fluttered through, and exited on the right. I wasnt THINKING of the music, the music CAME...immediately, I said "Hi Grandma, I love you"......for I knew it was my Grandma, passing through.

    I hope you receive a visit or at least a dream..........

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  6. I think your grandmother has found some shade, a cool drink, and she's watching write and raise beauty. This made me emotional.

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  7. Wow, this is an awesome line: "and I await your violets"

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  8. thank you all, lovely friends, for reading and being.

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  9. I wonder... did you share with your grandmother a love of baseball as I did with my grandfather? Reading this evocative piece brought him back to me, but not in the manner you desire. Still, what a gift.

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  10. This really evokes my grandma for me. She loved baseball, and her first name was (is) actually Pansy. I don't get the visits either, but your poem is the next best thing for me. Thank you!

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  11. Very sad. Loneliness is the scourgeof our age. You express it well.

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  12. Ok third time through...all the comments I made last night apparently did not take for some reason.....sad because I am sure last nights comments were wayyyyyy better. I don't receive visits...not even in dreams. My wife says she does, but not from some of the people she would like a visit from most. This isn't that sad I don't think, but it is beautiful and evokes such care and love...OK maybe a little sad. Whatever it is...it is wonderful.

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    1. maybe a little sad, but mostly just reality.
      way sadder is the stupid blogger comment difficulty! so sad. wah.
      thank you for persevering :)

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  13. this is carefully done. the deeper things - loss, waiting, loneliness - observed in their places, fingers passed over their contours lightly. as though they already understand the objects and there is no need for intense scrutiny. it is a poem of kindness to those emotions. offering them the scent of violets recalled, clearing a space where visits are possible.
    beautiful. beautiful.

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    1. i love your comments. thank you.

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  14. My grandmother had potted violets in her house... how she nurtured them. I only wish I had inherited her green thumb.
    This poem is beautiful in its softely expressed longing...

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  15. i think african violets are hard to keep alive, but i always have some going here in my house in her honor. i have the wild kind growing in my yard, and they ALWAYS remind me of her when they come up.

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  16. I think perhaps visitations are tricky things and not often recognized for what they are... perhaps the violets blooming IS your visitation. :) Mine always just fade away to a crispy brown heap of misery.

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  17. you could be right. i'm gonna go with that, it feels nice :)

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  18. yes, even the need /want of a peripheral visit, (at the corner of your eyes, the tears or the vague sense she is there)

    I hope she visits soon, that your Summer or your Autumn is AS RIPE as your springtime with her.
    xo

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  19. well i do carry her around with me. so maybe that's enough.

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