|
Post by Harklight on Apr 26, 2009 23:27:34 GMT -5
Sunday Serenity
Of all the foolish things I’ve done this would rate, second to none. Though already feeling very tired I saw a pot plant, almost expired: re-potting was my order of the day blending loam mix, sand and clay.
Fully grown, the plant weighed a ton on wheels, rollable by a super-human. While tipping the pot, I heard a crack only to realise - there went my back so soon out of alignment, yet again tumbling, waning in unbearable pain.
While falling, my arm gashed and bled. Dropping the tools, I felt half-way dead. High above me, and way out of sight, the hanging-baskets laughed delight when I stood up and banged my head! Oh, how I wished to be asleep, in bed.
~~~~~~ Copyright ©
|
|
|
Post by Artemis on Apr 27, 2009 5:05:20 GMT -5
aww sweetie I'm sending you a big hug How many times have we all done this instead of waiting for help and then regretted it? Please take things easy and treat yourself to some ice cream and a movie today Much love, Kerry xx Oh and I loved this poem You told the story in a really fantastic way with great form and rhythm to the piece ..... cookie for you to go with your icecream
|
|
|
Post by stacy (FINALLY back!) on Apr 27, 2009 10:42:19 GMT -5
I'm sorry this happened. Nothing I hate worse than trying to do something like this and then hitting my darned head in the process. Hurts like hell! Hope you're feeling better. Great write. Enjoyed it as I do all of your writing. Hugs~~~ Stacy
|
|
|
Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Apr 28, 2009 13:14:43 GMT -5
Poor Harklight, you sound like me! lol I'm a klutz and a half. Had to laugh at "pot plant." Over here, there's a big difference between a "Pot plant" and a "potted plant." Might explain the lack of coordination, too. ;D *chuckle*
|
|