Things are really messed up with my left leg; it finally fractured at the metastasis in the femur, and walking any distance (like, one step) takes everything I have.
So no apologies for the sonnet below. It pretty well reflests the you've-got-to-be-KIDDING! mood.
It has seemed so very long,
at least that's how it seems to me,
and now it's like the Beach Boys song
about the troubled Sloop John B,
whose singer and his old grandpa
through Nassau town did fighting roam,
and falling afoul of law
just really wants to head for home,
and I can understand the feeling,
because my leg, it fin'ly broke,
and I don't really look appealing,
as with staff and sandals (it's no joke)
I gimp under the desert sky,
like some bearded Bible guy.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is WEIGHT.
It's now one of my best friends
in this really painful state,
tennis balls fixed to both ends
and thick enough to bear my weight.
It's 'bout four feet, a little more,
and it is never out of reach
unless I want to hit the floor
(My, oh, my, what pride can teach
when I think it's just a short way,
so why must I retrieve my staff,
and then as on the floor I lay
I hear the saints and angels laugh
that they've really seen it all,
how pride doth go before the fall.).
Three minutes and a bit.
And here, for your listening pleasure, is Sloop John B
Sylvia thinks it rather funny, actually. She had a broken leg when we got here; why am I complaining?
The Weight applied to a press
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Some processes require a crushing first
Then the weight of pressure
The process is hard both for the suffering and the witness to the human process
At first on considers
Something to learning
Long suffering has to be more
The pouring out of the last bits
Of life
Must be for more then crusking and pressing
The Flesh
- Barbara
Oh yes, the pride before the fall. Been there, and I'm sure I will.be there again. Been a while, Andrew, lots of pride-fall issues on this end. Thankfully, !?!?!?, not always in the physical dept. Don't know which is worse. Still loving your poems and stories. Still this site doesn't acknowledge me. Mary Hood.
ReplyDeletei have no words really... that sounds so painful... the leg and the pride falling.... FMF7
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