Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Everything Hurts Until

My back is sore today.  My legs can barely walk.
I am almost too tired to move
When I get home from work I plan to gobble down a bag of chips, and take a nap.
Arthritis is acting up in both feet, I feel seventy-two-hundred years old.
My best friend calls, inviting me to supper.
 
In twelve minutes I transform myself from a sorry, over-used plow horse into
An exuberantly friendly, prancing pony, decorated and energized, ready to party.
 
Are you sure you feel THAT much better? My husband asks.
My show-pony-self does not hear him.
We are dressing in our party costume.
He does not wear ribbons in his hair.  He does not understand the lure of the show ring.
 
I am out the door in seconds,
Completely transformed.
Full of excitement.
I do not feel a day over 45.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

M. L. Kiser October 29, 2018 at 10:25 AM That's all it takes to rejuvenate. Great one. Caren Krutsinger October 29, 2018 at 10:26 AM Thank you M.L. I see this happening to myself more and more often now.

Rhona Mcferran October 27, 2018 at 9:43 PM Love the description of your "show-pony-self"! ;D and the part about "He does not wear ribbons in his hair. He does not understand the lure of the show ring"! haahahahahaha! Such a great write! Caren Krutsinger October 27, 2018 at 11:04 PM Thank you Rhona. I thought "is this too much?" But Trixie reminded me who we are.

Ilene Bauer October 27, 2018 at 9:18 AM caren- i love the way you describe so many things i can relate to 100%! this poem is a gem... Caren Krutsinger October 27, 2018 at 3:44 PM Thank you Ilene. It is so funny how fast I can become a changeling when a friend calls with an idea.