Rain chased me indoors,
into a café I’d never noticed
tucked between two antique shops.
A stranger waved me over~
mistaking me for someone else~
but smiling anyway.
We talked until the storm passed,
names exchanged like warm coins,
and parted lighter than we arrived.
Some accidents are invitations.
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The body keeps its ledgers~
purple ink beneath the skin,
a ledger of missteps and collisions.
Some bloom tender as dusk,
others harden into topography,
maps of what we survived.
They whisper in fading yellows:
here,
you were alive enough to hurt.
Why did they name it a freeway to begin with
Honestly it doubles your chances of getting hit
Drunk drivers and those with road rage throwing fits
Constantly driving defensively to avoid a near miss
Are the ramp meter lights really controlling the traffic
It causes more confusion when an idiot drives past it
It's on this road that the impatient show themselves
Another reason the insurance comanies are high in their sells
People changing lanes like they're under the influence
Tailgaters are annoying and also drivers with no insurance
If an accident happens anywhere on the freeway
Artificial traffic builds from the nosey looking that way
Then when lanes aren't moving but yours starts to
Someone always dares to dash right in front of you
You also have those who try to cheat the carpool
Even break through the solid lines just to roll through
That freeway business can be too much for me
To avoid that madnes I rather take the street
Napping thru days with Vicodin nights,
slow healing is my plight..
Heating pad between the thighs,
too much pain other wise..
How much longer until I mend?
Will I ever walk again?
At times this pain is excruciating.
Now it's time for me to stop complaining.
Some say miseries are a divine blessing.
What's the lesson here God's stressing?
Why do accidents occur, slow us down,
fractures?
Do we need reminders of our mortality?
There are no accidents in spirituality..
This painful journey,
this opportunity God sends, was it to remind me
to surrender to him?
In a split second, life can be snuffed
Unforeseen events cause misery
Why this is so, ‘tis a great mystery
Of such our lives are suitably stuffed
None of us should ever be bluffed
Accidents are main features of history.
In a split second,
The role of accidents is often sloughed
We are victims of information trickery,
Believing what we hear becomes primary
Facetiously, going through life chuffed,
In a split second.
(R a) b b a a b R a b b a R)
Written October 1, 2022
[Rondine, a form I learned
from writings of Jeff Kyser]
Road accidents
Happen by chance
A varying factor
Road accidents happen
Even one is on the right
And so tolerance is to win
And the wrongman
Sometimes can be the winner
Look what you have done to my shoelaces, Fluffy!
Now that's hardly a nice thing to do.
There are things in this world, from a twig to a bone,
that are more admirably suited to chew.
I don't wish to be hypercritical, Fluffy.
You might easily have done something worse,
but there are things in this world, which, not done up,
lead one all too soon to a hearse.
Oh no, don’t call us accidents,
for news of our randy parents
birthing child after child...
oh boy they were wild!
Prefer to call us “incidents”
10/9/2020
When I was Seven,
Six of us piled in to a shiny
New Buick.
“A quick errand across town”
It was hot
I fell asleep.
I was awoken
By the screams.
A dump truck had eaten
us up and spit out our core
A heavy blow
Against my head
Made everything go dark.
I wake up to silence.
The screaming had
stopped but the blood
From my nose
was resilient.
I slink from under
My aunt’s unconscious body.
I can’t get the door open.
My little brother cries.
I find the strength to open
The broken door that trapped us.
I pull his tiny arm from the front seat
He cries out I’m hurting him
But I’ve seen too many movies
Where cars blow up,
And all I can do is keep pulling
Till I fall back with him
In my grip.
I look at everyone mangled
And unresponsive
Inside the tiny car.
I’d never seen
So much blood.
I hug my little brother,
His head, full of glass.
He points at my nose.
But I care more
about my shoe,
it’s missing and
People have begun to stare.
Talking to his quite young daughter
Was sometimes like talking to a wall
To him the message seemed to be plain
But to her, just not the case at all!
So once again he sat her down
He said, "That look there, just won't do"
He said, "Accidents will happen,"
"Sometimes it will be number two!"
Those britches were no worse for wear
There's was no call to raise a fit
It could have happened to anyone,
But she still makes fun of him for it!
so annoying
when a wreck happens
on the interstate
I always watch the semis
When they vie for the fast lane
I do too
Using their highway prowess
Except this time two were wrong
They led me into a lane that did not move
Six cars were off,
All apparently hitting each other.
A Chevy comes roaring up from behind
The driver must be good.
The front end is all bashed it
As he passes me I see his back end is all bashed in too
I give him as much room as I can
Admiring the way he slid into a tiny spot made for half a car
Accidents can be life-changing events
One moment all's normal, then life gets bent
But we carry on
No longer a swan
Still the same inside, still have music to send
Today, I was missed by a bullet
fired by a sniper in Syria,
a runaway train 10,000 miles from it,
and every swing of the
Grim Reaper’s scythe in between.
A repeat of so many days
of good coincidences.
Life is but an accident of time and geography,
we the beneficiaries of a random amnesty.
Tomorrow, I shall rise
and raise song unto the vaulting blue
for my privilege of sun.
Drying its wings and held arrows chasing
As a racer, always on the move
Thinking of effect and cause ... everything has its price
Never shoot arrows in headwind
To beat the blue grass ~ the golden arrows
Work accidents with consequences
27.02.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
It's winter in Michigan,
and accidents happen this time of year
Cars often lose control,
traveling on those treacherous icy roads
It's dangerous in this northern hinterland,
things tend to happen that causes consternation and fear
Poor ventilation and a faulty gas valve stem
will bleed too much deadly carbon monoxide into your system
Accidents happen,
accidents happen all the time
Accidents seem to happen a little more
in these frost bitten polar climes
But if you survive the artic winter,
and trundle out of the deep freeze cold
Springtime in Michigan
will eat you alive with those monster pot holes!
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