The curb came up abruptly and bruised my toe
I wasn’t watching, I didn’t know
My sights were upon the girl with the bow
Looking both ways I stumbled, I blushed
Slipped and slid through the cold wet slush
I just wanted to meet her, not to be crushed.
©2010-2011 Michael Yost
Poetry Picnic Week 27: Spring Break, Vacations, Favorite Colors, First Kiss
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Those street curbs are coming up all over my city, and seems like a new crush every day. Nice little poem. Thank you!
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When they come I can’t ignore them. This one was a five minute creative writing assignment. Gotta have some fun! 🙂
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Fun…I can see that happening.
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oh, man. I can relate.
enjoyed this very much! loved lavender and sage too!
thanks for the visit and comment. I’m glad you stopped by for now I’ve found your works. looking forward to reading more from you
take care
Hope
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Thanks and you are welcome anytime.. I’ll be baacckk too..:)
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Like your blog and your lovely writing !
Take care
Marinela x
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I hold your compliment in the highest regard from such an accomplished poet as yourself. Thanks for stopping by. I hope you come back often. .. smiles..
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well put.
you truly got talent.
you can create a page, when you click on blog status, on left hand side, there is a page, choose add new, open a page titled awards, then you can display any awards on your page…
ignore if too troublesome for you.
we love your poetry, keep sharing…
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I’ll try and accomplish the award page tomorrow or the next day. It depends on how many trout I catch tomorrow. Leaving at 4:30 am till ? Irvine Lake, CA Facebook page with one of my last catches.
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Oh, no, you got crushed and blushed–so sorry. Cute, sweet poem, Michael! xoxo
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Didn’t you see that bus? It could have got me. lol
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Michael — And to think I was there when it all began…
I am honored. It’s as wonderful now as it was then.
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Yes it is your fault I’ve started the writing and the blog. ..smile.. Thanks for the help and encouragement.
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yes indeed. I know that one. Not wanting to be crushed…
Nice
Luke @ WordSalad
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In class we read, “Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein. Our 5 minute automatic writing assignment was to write about sidewalks. Earlier in the day I was discussing church dances as a young teenager and that’s the birth of “The Curb”. .. and the church lady said,”Isn’t that special…?” 😉
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Talk about getting crushed because of a crush! A fun poem 🙂
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Thanks!
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Looks like you were crushed in more than one way! I know the feeling– I once rear-ended a car (and did it good) because I was staring at a couple of girls walking down the street!
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Ouch. Hope you managed to get a little sympathy or a phone number of the girls.
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I know the feeling 🙂
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Easy to not watch where you are going.
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The story of my life lol !
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Understood. Have had some experience. smiles…
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A sweet poem that most can relate to. I’ve walked into pillars following a bow with my eyes.
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
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Thanks Mark, Your a man after my own heart.
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