Sunday Muse -- The Wreck

The Aftermath 

Covered with hot sticky stuff, he climbed from the wreckage.  Wrangled and muddy it seemed a total loss.  

"Miracle of my life," he was musing of his fate.  Getting his left foot run over was nothing like this.  His left arm dangled from his body, useless.   He couldn't walk, his left leg in great pain, wouldn't hold him up. 

 

Crawling some more, fearing the pickup would explode, he sat on a stump wondering what to do next. Could he climb the embankment?  Would a passerby notice him down here?  If so, would they stop to help?  

Two days later, cold and shivering, he heard a car door above being shut.  He feebly called whoever had stopped.  Very soon from above came down a well-dressed lady about his age with a large Labrador on a leash.  

"The dog won't hurt you; would you like some help?  I'll take you someplace in my car."   Gratefully, passing the wreckage with her help, he asked for a favor, "Would you peek in and see if my cell phone, wallet, and a small package are there some place?"  

After rummaging around she found the wallet and phone but no package.  "And now to the Emergency Room in the last town?  By the way, those are my glasses hanging in the tree."  "Fine," she said, and grabbed them down.  

They talked politely on the way to the hospital, then she pulled into covered entrance way.  Met by a couple of burly guys, thanking the lady, he was headed to the door in a wheelchair. 

"Just a moment," the lady called, "is there something else I can do before I leave."  "Well, yes there is," handing her his card, "you could check on me in a couple of days."  He thanked her again and off she drove.  

Thinking, laying on the gurney, he was so glad for his glasses being up in the tree. Those sparkling in the sun were what had attracted her attention.  

Thoughts drifting, he wondered if she would call.  "I hope she does," were his last words aloud before he passed out in pain.  "Thank goodness for those sunglasses!" he thought. 

 

She was last on his mind. 

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 - Poem Copywrite, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - For Photo Prompt I am linked with Carrie at The Sunday Muse #194,

     http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/01/sunday-muse-194.html 

 - (With the title I have written exactly 366 words) 

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Friday Writings -- Secrets we keep (or share)

[see below, 'vacation' photos of Mr.s Jim and me
  We will have been married 49 years in February]

"'For the first time' (1959 movie)" [TCM on TV]

"An opera singer (Mario Lanza) with a bad attitude falls in love with a deaf girl (Johanna von Koczian) who changes his life)" (copied from the TV "information" presentation of the movie)

That's the story 

Story of many a man's life, 

mine as well   

Mine perhaps a couple of times 

real big, with several 

others in between 

and now and then 

Be it known 

I don't ever 

and wouldn't ever 

"Kiss and Tell"  

Secrets? 

Perhaps, 

some things I'll never tell 

Only me and probably God 

and each 

one other will know for sure  

Still, others may know 

a bit or bits 

Well, at least not much, 

for sure not nitty gritty details 

But rumors often fly 

based on so little truth

or none, making up

All them 

I remember well 

every one 

Ask?

 

It won't be me that tells 

Unless it's not a secret 

and no one has 

asked before 

I have spoken before of the girls in my life and written in blog posting a little of the some with hopes of more to come.  There's been nothing new but if completed it could be basis for one of the memoirs I would like to write.  

( http://jimmielife1.blogspot.com/?m=1 )

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 - Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rosemary at The Friday Writings # 9,

 https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2022/01/friday-writings-9-telling-secrets.html 

  - At the link above Rosemary gave hints of types of Secrets she has come up with.  It is a very good list, well worth reading. 

 - Photos?  Both uppers are of Mrs. Jim and me away from home.  Top was taken by a "friendly stranger", a drunk guy on the beach at Cayman Island.  The lower we'd been walking and now were aboard the Princess Cruise ship at Aukland for a cruise around New Zealand, down to the south and over to Tasmania, ending up at Sydney, Australia.  The bottom photo was from the "Mother Goose and Grimm" January 12, 2022.  Grimmy is sitting in the corner being punished with his back to us, talking with the Cat.

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Word List -- Gingerbread, an Acrostic Flash 55 poem

g i n g e r b r e a d 

gingerbread, not your 

imitation plate 

nor is liked by all 

gingerbread tasty 

even if it kills 

radio man screams 

blaring TV howls 

ripening odor 

electric hatchet 

autopsy slow 

dizzy dead cows smell 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved  

 - I am linked with Shay for her Word Garden Word List # 8

at http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2022/01/word-garden-word-list-8-russell-edson.html 

  - My write is 55 syllables not counting the title, hence a Flash 55 poem

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Shay's Word List:

autopsy            gingerbread 

bravo                hatchet 

cellar                imitation 

clogged            postponed 

cows                 radio  

discussing       scar 

dizzy                 tasty 

electric             tusks  

funny                vicarious 

ghost                 years

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Sunday Muse -- Bongo drum player

Not as Planned 

This is not the way I'd planned 

I wanted to sing and play 

Playing my harmonica 

Song leader said bongo drums 

Jimmie you've got a bad ear 

Good rhythm for bongo drums 

I stayed with the group that gig 

Saw my doctor the next day 

He agreed my ear was bad 

So then I fired them both 

New director had no couth 

Said I could play radios 

That I did in my ear bud 

and stayed with the bongo drums 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved   

 - I'm linked with Carrie at The Sunday Muse #193 for the Photo Prompt, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/01/sunday-muse-193.html?m=1 

 - I wanted to  work my James Dean 1950 Mercury into this but timing was wrong for me.  

 - I was have been turned away from singing in a church choir a long time ago as I was told by the music director I had a bad ear.  Later I was told music teachers can correct that but I had given up singing instead.

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