The pool coughed leaves like secrets forgotten.
Her laughter rose then cracked mid-air.
A stumble, a twist, the world bending.
Bones whispered something they shouldn’t have.
Now she perches, one leg armored still.
A boot swallowing the mischief of summer.
She sighs as the seasons push closer.
The crisp air smirking at her halt.
I offer hands, jokes, gentleness to her.
She smiles through the ache, a lit star.
We joke her boot is a knight's tale.
Conqueror of slippery pools and leafy ghosts.
The trees shed freely, unbothered witnesses.
She maps her pain in quiet, graceful strides.
Each step promises stories worth retelling.
Her resilience blooming louder than the fall.
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Author:
gray0328 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My girlfriend Ramona fell down and fractured her ankle cleaning the pool. The surgery went well and she is now wearing a boot and resting at home
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This is an example of how context gives different meaning to a poem. I read this first before the authors note and it felt very different after reading the note. Pieces that were hanging enigmatically now fell into place. Well done Gray
Thanks Soren I appreciate your support. Ramona is home resting with a screw and plate in her ankle. She is in good spirits. The only problem is I live upstairs and she can't climb the stairs so we have to meet at her house full of people. Thanks Brother
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