How did that curb jump up in front of me?
And make me fall flat most unbecomingly,
A broken foot is the battle wound needing to mend,
To the hospital in an ambulance I did not intend,
So here I am now sitting my foot in a boot,
Lifted up from the floor the pain finally moot,
My knees are all scraped and continue to burn,
My ego is deflated my pride stubbornly torn,
An embarrasing act with too many witnesses,
Co-workers and bosses laughing at my fitness,
Well not really laughing and definitely concerned,
They came right through for me undeterred,
I can honestly say my name should be grace,
Maybe somehow that could help me save face,
One thing I know for sure most definitely,
I will stay away from that curb indefinitly,
So to the rear of the building with no curb to bite me,
I will park there and walk there and stay upright and see,
Who is the next person that curb will bite,
Not me for sure I will stay out of it's sight.
- Hi and welcome to my blog. Hopefully you have visited my blog to read some of my writing. Nothing beats finding that perfect poem, phrase or story to explain how you are feeling. Often times I am asked to write something through my group on Facebook entitled "Prompted". This group will give me a picture or a phrase and I have to write something containing it. The first prompt for which I wrote "The Flight" required three words, owl, lightning and pudding. The second was my basis for "Wide Awake" Sometimes I just have a feeling and start writing and when this happens just let me be. A combination of these writings are what I wish to convey to you, my reader. I hope that my writing touches you in the same way it touches me as I write it because isn't that the purpose of a poem is to feel it?