“Graceful” is today’s prompt word.
A Passing Grace
Where is the grace in our swift world?
Does it lie hidden, obscurely curled
In younger limb or nimbler spine,
in movement smooth and gesture fine?
As I pondered over this,
I started to feel hunger’s hiss,
so fed the dogs their morning meat,
then turned my mind to what I’d eat.
I piled my bowl with bran and berries
and when it came to choice of dairies?
Ice cream if I must be truthful.
(My eating habits, at least, are youthful.)
I headed for the dining room
and then—a crash and solid boom
as I went down with flail and swish,
having stepped in Frida’s dish.
I landed flat—leg, arm and head.
As for the bowl? The bowl is dead.
As it exploded in dust and shard,
berries, cream and bran hit hard
and efficiently dispersed themselves
o’er floor and cabinets and shelves
as I lay moaning on the floor
with swelling ankle and what’s more—
a skinned up arm and throbbing knee—
bemoaning what was wrong with me.
Where is the grace in our swift world?
Does it lie hidden, obscurely curled
In younger limb—or nimbler spine?
It’s clear it is not lodged in mine!
For whatever other talents I’ve got,
when it comes to “graceful,” I am not.
Here are the graceful creatures I had intended to write about:
Beautiful poem!
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Oh, dear — I do hope you are ok and have not done yourself enduring harm!
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Swollen ankle, skinned up arm, skinned up knee, but no real harm. Gotta learn to take more care. Or wind up on my derriere!
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Grace is not the precinct of the young,
Grace may be found in leg or arm,
For grace is but a step away,
From billowing crash, come what may
Grace is given to us from above,
bestowed upon us by that love,
A love of what maybe’s called God,
To those of us kneeling or prone upon the sod
While we wait upon the nether
For that Grace, or come whatever,
For Grace is not come, but earned
By stint and love, it is not spurned.
Hope you’re okay now?
Cheers Jamie.
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Yeah, I’ll live, Jamie.. Perhaps if I’d said grace over that potential meal, I would have earned it, but I fear I am a bit of a heathen in that regard.
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In the mid seventies … I spent over a year in a commune. No it was not Christian. It was Hindu, an ashram basically.We used to say grace and sang Arti. After I left, the habit melted away.
My wife says grace, before our meals. At first she used to do it alone, but I asked to be included. So we do it together now. She went back to Philippines, until she may obtain her PR Visa. So living alone again, the habit has left. Yet I try to pause for reflection before digging in. I miss her. Although luckily we have skype. So it’s better than relying on snail mail.
Do I recommend the practice? I suppose I do? Yet our animal friends do fine without it. They are always so trusting and take what life “dishes” up. Honestly, I do not think saying grace does much but helps us to pause and do a little meditation before meals.
I tried to say how I believe grace comes in different forms. It was grace that gave us life. That and our karma. So a little pratfall keeps us humble. Yeah, sure … slow down. There but for grace, go I.
Cheers Jamie.
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I can say I’m an expert in staying in touch with Skype..Sure it doesn’t fill the bill for one newly married, but certainly beats letters and phone calls. Hope you are soon reunited.
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Ouch! I hope you’re recovering nicely from your (& your breakfast’s) spill. I think you might need to hire a photographer to shadow you. Accompanying photos would boost yer blog viewing stats.
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Ha! And perhaps he/she would serve me breakfast in bed and circumvent future spills.
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The one trait that all humans share is the ability to adapt are skills, are abilities as age takes old ones from us.
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Yes, and walking without falling seems to be one taken away from me!!! Slow down! That’s the advice I need to constantly remind myself of.
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I like how whimsical and humorous a lot of your poetry is. I have difficulty writing poems with a lighter tone.
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I know it often keeps me from more “serious” writing, but I have enjoyed getting back to my lighter side through the blog and that keeps me writing, so I guess silly me rules the day, at least for now.
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another winner! you are poet for sure!
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Thanks, Rabbit.
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This is just pretend right? It didn’t really happen.
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Nope. It really happened. Lost a great talavera bowl in the process. Shattered into oblivion. And I’m very sore. Did two hours of aerobic exercise in the warm water of the pool today. Hope that helps.
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I’m sorry that happened to you and you just got home..It did make for a humorous poem though..
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i know. I was writing a really dumb one about graceful young girls, but when this happened, it gave me the humorous twist I needed. Figuratively. I didn’t need that literal twist. Mary, I just received your queen photo today..with Val. I have it on my fridge. It came some time while I was in the States.
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Glad you got it..I treasure my, I mean Patti’s pin.
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Yes. Patti contributed the pin. I did the design and labor. You provided the inspiration. Where is it residing now?
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Very funny but hope you are ok?
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Stiff but functioning.
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