I have no time to notice
what takes place around me
Distractions daily duties grab focus
...
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A leg is a leg. Aright. But at times it is a talking assembly. Especially when it resents. Good imagination
And it really is an effectivve communicator when it needs reasembly. Thanks so much for reading, Kesav.
I have no time to notice what takes place around me Distractions daily duties grab focus away from who I am might be…This is the part of the poem that captures my attention…Even a broken leg is but a distraction! ?
The pain, at first, can be so severe that it is literally impossible to form a complete thought. I suppose that's true of any serious injury.
YOU HAVE SINCE REPAIRED WE ALL ARE STUCK HERE TO BE DISCOVERED ONCE AGAIN AH IT PAINS
One of my favorite poems on this website! I have read and commented on it before.
This is a unique beautiful form in its own. So well penned. Actually the point of attraction is not the broken leg but the conversation between the bones and its parts. Thst is beautiful. Into my favourite.
Sometimes we remain so much busy that we generally do not notice what happens to us. Latter we come to know about the incidence. The misery has broken the leg. If it is in reality then this is so sad. But this poem is very metaphoric and wise humor is expressed. You are a clever poet. Broken leg will be repaired due to proper medication and treatment. There is no intention to minimize the seriousness of a major injury. This poem makes us emotional.
Thank you so very much, Kumarmani. Yes, the event was a long time ago...what remains is the lesson, or as you suggest, the metaphoric. Thank you again.
A fun read and creative poem. I love the Images u created. Thanks for sharing
Dear MJ. I enjoyed your poem. So imaginative. Thank you for your comments.
i c the whole world has read it This I read first and could see a parallel with me great Canadians we you still r young must be keep a safe guard about the third one will ye o poet so friendly
This is one of my favorite poems. I have read it several times before, but every once in a while I have to come back and read it again!
nice poem, I enjoyed reading the poem, every line of the poem suggests different meaning, thanks for sharing.
What also grabbed my interest was this set of lines: Distractions daily duties grab focus/ away from who I am might be - you are maybe referring to the way we take certain things for granted, like being able to walk, when we become consumed with daily life. But for me it struck a different chord, sometimes we are so preoccupied that we never take a second to focus on ourselves. For some that can be fatal especially if there's a lack of self-knowledge. Thanks for sharing this amazing poem,10!
Nika, that is a brilliant observation. Yes, the lack of attention to oneself can certainly be a path to misfortune. Thank you so much for the insight.
Wow! I love this[3 I love how you personified the broken parts of the leg and even the crutches and wheelchair. Moreover I love that you personified them having your divergent desires. Part of you knew you needed to stay put, but at the same time longed to get up and go!
I enjoyed this poem. It's humor on a serious and painful subject
]]....we love the outdoors, Say the Toes i've got you covered, Says the Cast we want to go places, Say the Crutches have a seat, Says the Wheelchair i'll be back, Says the Leg[[ ________What a decoration of mind! The poet is very matured. I am an amputee, below the knee. I guess the honorable poet read my mind fro a distance. A charming and a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
I am a recent amputee and mostly dependent on the wheelchair, the best friend used for my mobility. I love your poem. I know what it's like to be on a wheelchair. Thanks for sharing the poem.
This is a real good poem. I remember the time of my own fractures, the sharp pain and the forced dependence on my wife for so many things. But looking back, we can always see it through different glasses : )
Thank you so very much, Aufie. Sorry to hear about your injuries. I hope all is well now. And indeed, time is a factor. I find, oddly, those experiences can even become the fuel for nostalgia.