Eerie Limerick, A Random Improvisation

Some chap had a beautiful wife.

She had been the light of his life.

She vanished one day;

how and why none could say.

But he had to wipe blood from a knife.


Starward

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Due to being on a walker, with semiparalysis and nerve damage in my legs and feet, my pace to move from my room to the "necessary" room is rather slow.  On the return trip, as I walked through the corridor, this little poem came to me.  The laptop took longer to start up than the poem did to form.

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lyrycsyntyme's picture

Eerie limerick, indeed. Any

Eerie limerick, indeed. Any metaphorical connection to your current condition? Wishing you all the best, as always.

J-C4113D's picture

Thank you for the comment,

Thank you for the comment, and for the good wish.  No metaphorical connection, it really started as a response to the skewed rhythm of how I move on the walker.  From where I sit to the bathroom is kind of a long walk, and the return is usually the more difficult part of the round trip.


J-Called

lyrycsyntyme's picture

You're welcome, and I see. A

You're welcome, and I see. A way to pass and make good of the difficult time. Many a historical irishman would approve, I imagine.

J-C4113D's picture

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.


J-Called

lyrycsyntyme's picture

Certainly.

Certainly.