I read this a long time ago. Didn't comment. Didn't know what to say. Still don't probably, so that's what I'm saying now in this stumbling commentary. Some poems, some good poems, focus on a narrow aspect of life or personhood to reach a broader understanding of life, personhood. I think this is one of those.
Thanks for sharing.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
Thank you for reading and seeing into the broader scope written therein. I am guilty of same in fact.. read moreThank you for reading and seeing into the broader scope written therein. I am guilty of same in fact just recently I read a good number of yours without comment, your stories. I enjoyed the role play, I found the conversation quite in character contrary to what ahem...someone else thought, I was enthralled with each one read straight through.
I love the way your message describes a garden variety klutz, or it could be the strewn path of a bumpy life (like mine). I love the way you describe this like you could mean it in a number of ways. After my neck injury five years ago, I cannot pick my feet up very far so I have to be careful not to stumble! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
I am so sorry to hear you were injured, and I appreciate your comments on this piece, I stumble into.. read moreI am so sorry to hear you were injured, and I appreciate your comments on this piece, I stumble into things that get me in trouble :D
it seems as we try to skip lightly and gracefully through each day, someone trudging before us, has laid a set of cunningly concealed, precarious and oft perilous booby traps along our path.... at least you are stepping over many of those things whereas many falter or get well and truly stuck on the way.... a great write Corset...... best regards.. Neville
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
...and all of our perfectly laid plans mhmm thank you Neville!
6 Years Ago
Oh' yes indeed... all of them.. or at least quite a few.. N
I agree. Especially the sunrise and sunsets. I'm always involuntarily doing/attempting things I'm not good at. I think there's something in the "stumbling" aspect of lives that shapes us, matures us, and hopefully, inevitably gives us...balance. C you've given this poem a nice balance.
Posted 6 Years Ago
6 Years Ago
and you've given it a most wonderful review, thank you Roarke!
"baby gates, laundry baskets
your words into dial tone
their messy cardiac mass..."
I think I stumble more over the mentality of things than I do the tangible things, if that makes sense. I really love the everyday simplicity of this one.
We all stumble in life and then have to move forward again. There are many pitfalls in life that we have to climb out of but oh the learning we do in the process. We may not see it at the time but upon rising we take note. Love the imagery in this piece the baskets and the sunset.