9 Words (2017)

9-word poems about every Cleveland baseball game

Darren C. Demaree

Game #1

​A valley opens
& the simple joy
becomes blossom.

(W 8-5 Vs Rangers)
 
Game #2

​Splitting the night
into firework flashes
is enough show.

(W 4-3 Vs Rangers)
 
Game #3

​That ball became
a seed fermenting
in Lindor’s will.

(W 9-6 Vs Rangers)
Game #4

Sometimes slow
& steady gets you
eaten by snakes.

(L 7-3 Vs Diamondbacks)
 
Game #5

​Every beating
looks like a dance
until the blood.

(L 11-2 Vs Diamondbacks)
 
Game #6

​This was perfect,
the silencing
of our ego’s hum.

(L 3-2 Vs Diamondbacks)
Game #7

​Otherwise this man
would be a bird
taking flight.
 
(W 2-1 Vs White Sox)
Game #8

A breath held
like a crown
is fucking useless.

(L 2-1 Vs White Sox)
Game #9

​There’s a body
of water,
 
empty, waiting
for tide-creators.
 
(L 10-4 Vs White Sox)
Game #10

​Some roads are steam, paths
that could never cradle.
 
(L 7-6 Vs Tigers)
Game #11

​Busy counting losses,
a dance broke out,
music played.
 
(W 13-6 Vs Tigers)
Game #12

​I worry
about limp bodies
so near a lake.

(L 4-1 Vs Tigers)
Game #13

​Somehow the antelope
catches fire.  The field
burns, celebrating.

(W 3-1 Vs Twins)
Game #14

​The fire is blossom
if you dance around it.

(W 11-4 Vs Twins)
Game #15

​Nibbling the dark
hum was fine.
This is day.

(W 6-2 Vs Twins)
Game #16

​It’s deep,
beautiful
 
language
Kluber uses. 
 
It’s water,
collected.

(W 3-0 Vs White Sox)
Game #17

​The sun didn’t go down.
Carlos used it up.

(W 7-0 Vs White Sox)
Game #18

​The fish flaps
always.  The water
decides the scene.
 
(L 6-2 vs White Sox)
Game #19

​Held captive in a theater
without a show,
losing.

(L 4-2 Vs Astros)
Game #20

​Shiny swing,
I love it,
 
when you
Superman us.

(W 7-6 Vs Astros)