As I watch his frame
ascend each step,
climbing further upward,
I warn my adult son,
"Please, do not fall off the ladder."
There is a satisfying sound
to those words when
spoken all together:
fallofftheladder.
My poetic mind wanders
to zen-like thoughts, and the
possibilities of such a quirky word...
Fallofftheladder, (NC, IA, WI)
has a delightful ring to it,
Pop, 652, 2015 census.
Or perhaps it is an
equilibrium condition
brought on by riding
too many roller coasters.
I can imagine a menu
listing a large pizza -
extra toppings over extra toppings,
smothered with mounds of cheese,
selling out after each Friday
night football game.
But for now, I hold this
fifteen-rung monster
with my eyes closed,
pray that this kid
descends safely, and upright -
unlike the sizable broken branch
adorning the roof.
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Comments
A real place?...
Is the [Fallofftheladder], [NC, IA, WI] a real place? Multiple places?
I am not making a connection between two stanzas in the middle;
are they just things to think about while holding the ladder
so as not to think too much about the fact that the son is on the ladder?
A little explanation here, could go a long way to making or breaking this piece.
~ Geez.
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Good morning, Geezer!
These are all off-the-cuff thoughts while dealing with the anxiety of holding the ladder. I'll put some thought into this to make that more apparent.
Thank you!
L
I thought...
that might be the case. ~ Geez.
.
Better...
Much better! ~ Geez.
.
Thank you
for helping me, my poetical mentor and friend!
L
I am...
deeply honored on both counts! Thank you! ~ Geez.
.
nostalgic
yes memories last for ever
just recollect
DOG WALKERS Lav
Visited your tender poem!
Bittersweet, but in a good way.
L
this is NOT UR PAGE SO WILL CLEAR ALL ZING ZANG
OK