Sara Kendrick Poet Senryu

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At physical therapy, I was placed on a moist heating pad with electrical impulse attachment...They set it for so many minutes and leave..The buzzer went off and it kept getting hotter and hotter..I rang for someone to come and no one did..So I pushed my knee support out and sat up..Then I pushed my buzzer and no one came..I waited and waited...So I buzzed again and no one came..I took off the electrical wires and no one came..I got off the table and sat in the chair and no one came...I finally left..What if I had not been able to get off that hot pad?..Sara

The Buzzer Went Buzzz

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                                          The buzzer went buzzzz
                                   Heat from moist heat now hotter
                                            Red roasted boo ta'


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Andrea Dietrich October 11, 2011 at 4:05 PM haha, I read your little story. that could give you a panic attack!

Poet Destroyer A October 9, 2011 at 2:27 PM Sara, you just gave me a reason not to trust a doctor... When he says.. "i'll be back!"... Poor you.. hope you gave them a thought or two... And r you ok... Thank you for sharing..always,..p.d.

Joe Maverick October 8, 2011 at 4:26 PM Sorry to see you got burnt.? in therapy... and did they then repeat this in charges..? still:) good to see your humor Sara..

Carolyn Devonshire October 6, 2011 at 3:08 PM Good grief, Sara, I'm so glad you got off of the heating pad. At PT once I endured actual burns on my back but the therapist insisted I continue this painful procedure. Thank goodness you had enough sense to get off of it. Love, Carolyn

Nette Onclaud October 6, 2011 at 3:42 AM what a great word attack, sara! nicely done.:) huggs, nette

Russell Sivey October 5, 2011 at 10:58 PM I love shorter poems, I like to see what people do with so few words! You did so masterfully! I'm glad I stopped by and got to read your poem!! Great job!!

Robert Johnson October 5, 2011 at 3:26 PM I figured you were probably a hot mama! :)

Jack Horne October 5, 2011 at 10:12 AM Yes, what a scary thought: imagine if you'd been stuck there! You certainly would have been red roasted! Boo ta is a butt? Many congrats on your wins too, my friend

Vince Suzadail Jr. October 5, 2011 at 9:51 AM AH! But the heat feels so good. This winter remember you don't have to shovel heat. Vince