New wings cast me aloft,
judgment flies from my head,
body favors lawless gamboling off--
This incessant pricking in my leg
reminds me that I am human,
tethering me to the bed.
Kerry challenged the Real Toads to write tercets.
9.30.2012
a disturbance in the force
Kerry challenged the Real Toads to write tercets.
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Marian, are you injured? I somehow missed hearing that. I hope you have good books, a tv and a remote close at hand......I call injuries My Annual Vacation. Get better, kiddo.
ReplyDeleteno injury, no worries! metaphor!
DeleteThe middle two lines are my favorites:
ReplyDelete"body favors lawless gamboling off--
This incessant pricking in my leg"
New wings do cause us to slam into things and hurt ourselves.
Shackles are always a pain :)
ReplyDeleteInteresting...yeah, these new wings need a warning label. ;) Nicely done, Marian!
ReplyDeleteLovely--you capture a romantic view of beauty forever beyond the reach of humans so tethered to earth. It is poetry like this that bridges that gap!
ReplyDeleteYep! Me, too!
ReplyDeleteVery clever!
ReplyDeleteThe second stanza is a nice twist ~ Happy Sunday Marian ~
ReplyDeletethanks, friends. *tries to ignore tingling in leg* *still only a metaphor* :)
ReplyDeleteI think this is a biography of my life! Crazy good.....over.
ReplyDeleteI imagine the deepest sleep, the flight of subconscious and the painful reminder of reality when one wakes to the same old bed.
ReplyDeleteI would like to see you follow up on that last line.
ReplyDeletei bet you would. :)
DeleteHave you been reading Fifty Shades again? ~smirk~ ~snicker~
ReplyDeletehah! i can do better than that ;)
DeleteI had to look "gambol" up. I are smarter now - thanks once again to Marian!
ReplyDeleteand now you can use the word "gambol" as a writing prompt. you're welcome!
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