A Weekend Micro Poem
Like I am;
with empty parts
Make it better is the cry I hear
Always ever people want to fix
You alone can fill my empty parts
I'm not real perfect in many ways
Looks flawed browned bruised scratched and missing parts
Listen, my words scratchy voice. Feel, bumps
over my body them you don't see
Use a Cane, spas pills cream do no good
Ugly mess, you love me like I am
There's no fixing me My hurts you soothe
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/micro-poetry-fill-empty-parts.html?m=1
- One of Kerry's request was to write a poem using the phrase, with empty parts. She also asked for no more than ten lines. I have ten lines and 75 words plus six in the title.
- I have some of the above situations but not all. I do have the cane, I am hoping that this impediment to my getting around will only be temporary. Seems I lose my crutches quite easily, so far I've lost one.
Labels: Flash Writing, Jim's Life, Poem, Real Toads, Syllabic Form, Week-Mini-Challenge
posted by Jim @ 8/29/2019 01:59:00 PM
11 comments
11 Comments:
Poignant.
I am in the same club ~~~ minus a cane.
You're lucky! I've got what you've got but my wife's gone upstairs!
I'm hobbling in your footsteps, Jim! On Monday, my daughter and her husband took me to see the progress on their new home and I tripped over the step into the back garden, and it's not the fist time I've fallen over. I'm thinking of getting a stick. I've seen a lovely black one decorated with painted flowers.
I like your honest approach to the theme, Jim.
Oh, I am there too..sometimes with a cane. Yes, this is an honest response to the prompt.
You are a lucky guy Jim to have Mrs Jim approval through it all.
Thanks for dropping by Monday WRites this week
Much❤🕊❤love
The joys of aging. This is so real and true Jim.
Awww yes "ugly mess, you love me like I am"
That right there is what we all need and strive for.
We are all going down that same road...
A truthful telling of the way it gets.
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