Fall
Just one leaf dropping from the tree
and the fall a call of nature and no freak
chance of fate. What throw of the dice
eliminates Lady Luck? None at all,
or so the poet says, lying there, indisposed,
his ribs cracked hard against the wooden
boards of the porch and his right foot
caught in such a way that the hip slips
slightly from its socket and try as he may
he cannot stand but lies there in the chill
evening wind, a lone leaf, getting on in age,
plucked from his tree and cast to the ground.
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I am going to comment again in the hopes that this time it shows up. Although I forgot what I originally said. This was so bleak with the poet lying immobilized by the fall. It demonstrates how quickly things can change. One wrong move and you’re down.
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You’ll love today’s post — In Absentia 4. The Black Bear was quite funny looking back on it. Not at the time, though. I suppose I’ll laugh about this latest episode one day. Not just yet, though.
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I’m off to read it!
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I like the ‘indisposed’ … so far from the real situation. Falls are more traumatic than most realize and your poem puts us right in the moment!
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It’s a golden oldie, Jane. I think I have read it in Molly’s. At my age, a fall is to be feared. “Cada pie mal puesto es una caida, cada caida es un precipicio>> Luis de Gongora (1627) “Every false step is a fall and every fall is a precipice.” The years go by, but the vicissitudes of old age don’t change much for those who endure them.
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I loved this.
he cannot stand but lies there in the chill
evening wind, a lone leaf, getting on in age,
plucked from his tree and cast to the ground.
Bittersweet and beautiful. (I was on the topic of trees today also…Lol)
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It was a funny feeling … I like the words now … but I didn’t like the situation at the time. I kept thinking about the bear … I yelled so loud that I probably scared him off.
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My IMac is in the repair shop and I a struggling with the PC. I hope I’ll be able to keep posting … but … I am having some problems …
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Great flow of words
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The poem is from Triage. The fall happened a couple of years ago. We had a black bear in the garden at the bird feeders and I was trying to photograph it: eyes on the bear and not watching where I was walking … ouch! It was a painful experience and I never got a photo of the bear!
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Hahahaha 😂😂😂😂😂….
That was indeed a painful 😖 but memorable experience
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It is certainly one I have never forgotten. I ended up in Emergency later that night at the local hospital. It was from my experiences in the hospital that Triage, the poem and the book, was born. I saw the bear on several more occasions before he was trapped .. but I never got the photo I was after.
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Well. He was just meant to be exclusive memories…
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