A whisper or a nudge or then a shout
Life’s lessons will be heard, ignoring them won’t do
Baptized in pebbled creek I learn in screaming shock
The teaching miles of mountain trails have doled out
Choose the even path; weather wet or muddied shoe
But like a life unbalanced, I chose the teetered on the rock
Crash land into boulder, full weight on bended knee
Splash down into water, soak insult through and through
Curse stream of obscenity, words flowing out non-stop
Alright, I give, I learn through injury
I’ll trust Your water walk
Since I’m still hobbling on crutches from last week’s fall during a water crossing on a trail run, I’m using today’s poem as a reflection and a chance to learn from making a bad decision. Seems I still don’t have my Retirement Legs under me yet.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: Write a Curtal Sonnet. It is shorter than the normal, fourteen line sonnet. Instead it has a first stanza of six lines, followed by a second stanza of four, and then closes with a half-line.