Walk In The Woods

An attempt, at humour, on my part.

Don't know

Why my mind is

A wanderin'

Hill over dale

This morning.

Tripping over

Every single root

And broken branch

Before me.

As if

Someone has stolen

My reason to focus

In spite.

Muffling shouts

And depletive bleeps

Under my breath

Over my poor bruised

And battered body.

Thrusting my hands out

Once more

Trying to break

Another disastrous tumble

Down the hillside.

With little success

Beyond more scrapes

And scratches

Upon the palm

Of my hand.

Landing

With a hard thud

Against an imposing Maple

As snow rains down

The back of my jacket.

Giving me

An instant snow job.

But

Am already

Gamely employed.

Thank you very much.

Brushing off

The unwanted snow

From my clothing

Before continuing on

With my trip.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

A wry sense of humour deftly describes your struggle

[therisa]

Thanks, KL, was attempting at a humorous approach, to this poem, not always sure, I have gotten it, right.

[ANTO]

"Giving me
An instant snow job.
But
Am already
Gamely employed.
Thank you very much." = lol - very witty my friend. Reminded me very much of the old British Stiff upper lip type comedies.

Captcha even joined in I see lol.

Very good. :D

[therisa]

Thank you, Anto, for your kind words. Sort of a "writer's block" poem, for me. Am glad, you like it. Guess, I have to cancel my subscription, to Monty Python, now.

[MomzillaNC]

"An instant snow job." Great line. Life often feels like being lost in the woods, doesn't it?

[therisa]

Too often, Momzilla. And thanks, for the compliments.

[MomzillaNC]

yw :)

[MomzillaNC]

BTW, what were you joyful for last week?

[therisa]

Honestly, Momzilla, am battling depression, again.

[MomzillaNC]

All the more reason to examine what you have to be grateful for, feel joyful for. In my darkest days, this seemingly insignificant exercise was a thread out of the lightless maze and back into the sun. It's difficult… wrenching even… but it really helps. Embrace the Joy!

[therisa]

Right now, joy is sleep, Momzilla.

[MomzillaNC]

Pleasant dreams…

[Matching Socks]

Haha! The instant snow job! I got one this morning!!
Lol!

[therisa]

Ouch, Ana. That really sucks.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

life is a snow job and we wear the brunt of it both physically and psychologically....
delivered with a smile, and produces a sardonic one.

like this one lots.

[therisa]

Thank you, Jacob. Am glad, you like my attempt, at humour. Know, it's a far cry, from my more normal serious tone poems.