The exercise:
Your four lines of poetry this week shall be based around the word: blindsided.
Apologies for getting this up late, but I had a pretty damn good reason...
Mine:
I'm sure it's just indigestion,
Of that there can be little doubt.
But let's get it checked anyway...
Your appendix has to come out.
More details in Sunday's post, when I get around to writing it.
Oh and I'm not counting this as a missed day, since I wrote this (in my head) last night. I just didn't have a way of posting it until today :)
Oh, Marc! We'll all be thinking of you and hoping for a speedy recovery.
ReplyDeleteHad my gall bladder out, and I tell you,
the pain you feel now will soon pass.
I can’t digest fatty foods anymore...
and you’ll no more absorb grass.
Thanks a bunch Monica :)
ReplyDeleteAnd I certainly do look forward to this pain passing :P
Heya,
ReplyDeleteWell, I was wondering what had happened, and was hoping it wasn't serious! Sounds like it was a little more serious than I was expecting though -- I thought maybe you'd strained/sprained/broken something during a bit of Ultimate practice.
Well, if your appendix didn't burst, and you got it removed in good time, then I guess that's the best form of appendicitis to have.
I like the poem, and it's quite impressive that you wrote it with all the appendix fuss going on!
Blindsided
Coming out of nowhere, fast,
Striking hard and with intent,
Blindside me, turn my world around,
But I know it's all soon spent.
Greg - yeah, I'm glad they got it out when they did. And it was certainly better timing than right before the wedding!
ReplyDeleteI like what you've done with the prompt as well - that last line has a very bittersweet tone.