By my workaholic attitude
I do silly things
Like I'm Super Man
Or Wonder Woman
Or Grand Gardener
Today
I pulled
On a very rotten limb
Until it broke
And fell with me
Hitting the ground first
My darling witnessed this
Offering me a hand up
No, thank you, I said
I just want to lay here
And ponder my stupidity
A moment
As the nice swing sand
Stuck to my sweaty parts
I thought some day
I'll be found
Like the poor bird
Dissolving in the fence
I lay long enough
Just looking and thinking
That Hubby checked again
To see if I was breathing or broken
He said, You have sand in your hair
As I took his hand this time
23 comments:
My biggest fear, a fall... I hope I can write a poem about it when it happens.
made me smile and shake my head, too. :)
you are lucky, the last time bob leaned a ladder like this one against the house IN THE SAND, he broke 5 ribs....
LOL oh my hope your ok and didn't hurt any thing . That would be me though sand in my hair would be the least of my probs lol I would probably bruise something or pull something knowing my luck or there lack of it lol ! Take it easy and have a good day !
Ouch! We must be very careful at our age. It is pretty impressive that you can write poetry from your pain. Glad you're OK. Keep your feet on the ground for a while.
smiles...i am glad you are unharmed...and i have plenty of those moments...i hate to imagine the shape they will find me in eventually...ha....but you got it out, right...smiles..
Silly girl! Be careful . . . don't make me worry about you! A fall, broken bones is not in these cards. OK?
Okay Wonder Woman, you need to let Super Man climb that ladder and pull/cut limbs off the tree.
I'm glad to hear you're okay.
I didn't fear falls until I was diagnosed with osteoporosis about 10 years ago. There is something to be said for sturdy bodies. I also make sure my feet are firmly planted on the corners of the tub when I shower.
Hi Gail, this sounds like the author had experienced a fall similar to this.
In Ireland I fell down a few cement and stone stairs. At the bottom I laid there figuring out where I hurt.
Two young people came rushing over and helped me up even though I told them I didn't want to get up.
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I also fell down the up escalator in London. A lady and her son were coming up but instead of helping me they tried to dodge me.
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Oh your poetry makes even a bruised pride and other parts sound good:) Hug B
We should all spend more time pondering our own stupidity... it might save repeat performances!!!
Nice job!
Nice poem to salvage a bruised ego. Hope the other bruises heal quickly.
Thanks to your "stupidity" we do get to read your wonderful poetry about it. I love how you described lying down in the sand pondering it. You do have a very good ironic way of putting it into words. I always do enjoys your forays into poetic prose.
Hope this post means you are doing okay, Gail.
*hugs* ♥
That is a nice verse that gives us a view of you lying in the sand, pondering your fall. We tend to do things like that. My arms are a scratched bloody mess from cleaning out behind the rose bushes.
I love your poems, you create the most perfect visual images with them.
Lynne x
Glad you were okay. A fall like than can leave a nasty legacy, as I'm sure you know from other experiences!
=)
Made me smile ... but only after I knew you were OK, Gail. We've all done things like that though. I sprained my wrist the first time I went out mountain biking. Turns out the front brakes on a mountain bike are binary, not gradual. Off and ON are the only settings.
Cuter poem, a splash of life in a moment.>KB
Really lovely Gail....loved reading this. blessings, marlene
Sorry 'bout the crack! But a delightful read!
Oh my- climbing...falling...not good combination. I guess good thing you landed in sand. Glad you are ok!
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