Tag Archives: Poetry

Ode to my Left Hand

My life has got quite tricky.
I’ve just one arm to use.
The other is quite useless.
Asked, ‘Can you . . .   ?’ I refuse!

I’m typing with one finger.
Four others are on strike.
They’ve come out in sympathy,
With the five I’ve on my right.

There are so many things, I find,
It’s difficult to do.
I can’t zip, peel spuds or style my hair.
No biggy there, it’s true.

My dresser/sous chef has stepped in
And I can wear a hat,
Cause he won’t learn hairdressing,
And I can tell you that . . .

It’s hard to clap one-handed,
Or tie a knot or bow,
Or spread on some hand lotion
Or skip rope, don’t you know.

I cannot put my watch on
My left arm any more.
I cannot put it on my right,
Because it is too sore.

To brush my teeth is difficult.
Two hands are a must,
To squeeze the tube and paste the brush,
Is really quite a fuss.

I’ve been practicing you see.
My right hand is redundant.
My left hand has come up trumps,
Though it was not incumbent.

My left hand is first team now,
My right is second squad
It sits around and whines a lot,
And refuses to applaud.

I shall be ambidextrous
When all of this is through
My left hand is quite nimble now
My right hand says ‘thank you!’

I’m feeling slightly better now,
Than when I wrote this ditty.
I am no longer shouting ‘OW!’
Like when I was feeling . . . . . . . . lousy!

There’s an upside to being frail.
I’m waited on hand and feet.
It’s like living in a fairytale.
This Princess says, ‘That’s sweet!’

Right Arm Blues

It’s often said
Without a shred
Of sincerity
Or care,

We don’t appreciate
Til it’s too late
Our youth or job
Or hair.

So in my case
I must make haste
To write and post
And “chat.”

For soon in May
I have to say
It will happen
That . . .

I’m going to lose
The right to use
My right arm
Altogether.

To write a post
I could boast
Would be an
Endeavor.

I will read lots
And “like” your plots
While I am in
Plaster.

What’s that you ask?
A plaster cast!
Plaster! To help heal
Faster.

My right wrist
Has come adrift
And needs a
Little op.

‘Cause if I don’t
My right wrist won’t
Last long. It will
Just pop!

I’ve writ my last
Before my cast.
I’ll read and rest
In fetters.

And then when I’m
Fit and sublime
I’ll tell you
“I’m all better!”

Plaster cast on forearm/wrist/hand. Picture ta...
Oh nooo! I said my right arm! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Gratitude

A heartfelt thanks to all my friends,

While on our jolly way we wend.

So many have come through for me,

To wish us well, not misery!

Just one blogger I’ve met in person,

‘Cause the world’s too large you’ll hear me cursin’!

And yet that’s where adventures lay,

To seek anew another day.

So should you ever venture near,

Make contact! And we’ll drink some beer

Or wine or tea or your beverage of choice.

I’d love to meet and hear your voice.

Your written words have helped me through

The mush upstairs – my mental stew.

I’m not the only one to be

Confused. You’ve shared your thoughts with me.

You don’t advise or judge or preach,

But say life’s road is there to teach.

I was running out of blogging stuff.

But soon I’ll have more than enough.

While we work out our future’s bugs,

I say thanks again and grateful hugs.

HUGS

If you have just stumbled on my blog this poem is in response to the outpouring of support, good wishes, hugs and shared experiences on my previous post Confused DNA and our impending departure to parts known and unknown which was alluded to on this post.

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Poppies Are Red

 

Roses are red.

Poppies are too.

If you’re unsure,

Here are photos for you!

Poppies in Languedoc Roussillon France Poppies in Languedoc Roussillon France Poppies in Languedoc Roussillon France

The next verse must be read with an American accent for it to rhyme:

Languedoc Roussillon

A region of France

Has red poppies galore

And here’s some for Nanc!

Sorry, Nancy. Couldn’t resist!

Heyjude has shared with me that they are Papaver rhoeas, commonly known as corn poppies or field poppies. They are found throughout Europe in late spring. Thanks, Jude. 

And here are some totally unrelated photos for those of you in the frozen north – some Mediterranean beach scenes from France. I “stumbled” on them in the same photo folder after the poppies. Hold your hands up to the screen and feel the warmth.

French Mediterranean beach French Mediterranean beach French Mediterranean beach French Mediterranean beach  

Roll on spring and warm weather!

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Still Snowing?

White Sands National Monument

White Sands National Monument NM
White Sands National Monument NM
Just like being at the beach but without the sea!
Just like being at the beach but without the sea!
I think the water is this way!
I think the water is this way!
The mist rolling in! We must be nearly there!
The mist rolling in! We must be nearly there!

White Sands National Monument is part of 275 square miles of white sand dune made of gypsum crystals, the largest dune of its type in the world – just 750 miles from the Pacific ocean!

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Reptile Love

My followers are discriminating.

One could almost say they were hating,

All ‘gators and snakes.

Slimy things from a lake,

Score low on their animal rating.

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To die at the hand of a bear,

Or anything else with hair,

Is a preferable fate,

So strong is their hate.

They’d happily hide in his lair.

Alligator Exhibit, South Florida ↓     ↓    ↓    ↓

I introduce Harvey my friend.

He’s cuddly and docile to tend.

I liked him on sight.

He wouldn’t dare bite.

Do you think that I am ‘round the bend?