Strain, sprain
rhymes with
pain, as in, my
wrist: “Ow.”
The day with the dole had
gone as expected and my
stress level was about as
high as it could be, so rooted
out the shears and entered the
green, as I’d needed to do.
Edging past White Allison,
I checked out the girl in
blue-jeans across the road,
as I smelt that gentle scent
of mild Mazuka honey, that
I associate with it.
My world was as I like it
with the air upon my chest
as I trimmed the lawn and
hoed the borders, prior to
seeking my bed and robe for
the aching pit of my back,
a light smile on my face.
A crack of the back, as you turn to the
left, or right, isn’t always enough, to
cure what ails you.
Of times, I’d rather take my head for
walk, bus ride, or journey on the rails.
Sometimes, just sometimes, travelling
to friends, is enough to prevent the blues.
COMMENTS
smiles its the truth! *hugs*
more often than not
thank goodness :)
more than true
Sometimes..I don't even have to travel farther than my keyboard....
Friends here are very good at preventing the blues.
With fleece-lined little jacket on and bright
Yellow marigold glove over the wrist and its
bandage, I ever so-slowly use the long arm
shears, to trim one side the backlawn before
another summer shower stops me; and light
cool rain falls upon my flesh, as I say aloud,
“wait just a few more minutes” and I fight
through the pain, to take up the strain, of my
place, in our family life.
COMMENTS
Omg...not the marigolds...*faints*
maybe next time...
This was gorgeous...what sells it is this: "I fight
through the pain, to take up the strain, of my
place, in our family life."
Amazing dear sir... i pictured i was there...beautiful wording
COMMENTS
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ladyofdragonrose
23:57 Aug 24 2008
aww....hope it gets better.
Oceanne
00:26 Aug 25 2008
oh no..hope it heals quickly!