Unlucky

This is a Tanka-a Japanese style of poetry much like a Haiku. The sylable pattern is 5-7-5-7-7, with 5 stanzas.

Clumsy in my youth,

I was quite accident prone

Queer disposition. . .

Where was my confidence, grace?

Traipsing through perils unseen

Bee stings each summer

Watercolors made of blood

My battered body

Cut, gash, bruise, burn, blister, scab

No broken bones, odd indeed!

Ugh, poison ivy!

Scrapes with bleak mortality

Scars mapping my past

To the ER we must go!

Oh, the childhood injuries!

Cars coming closer. . .

Almost drowning in the pool

Where did that come from?

Wheelbarrow-smack! Relent? No!

Contact with pavement-red meat

Stitches tsk, tsk, tsk!

If I didn’t know better,

Yet I think I do,

I am not hurt, hurt is me