This Month Kat Myrman has suggested a new theme for the daily poem—the Terza Rima, writing one stanza each day.
A terza rima consists of stanzas of three lines (or tercets) usually in iambic pentameter. It follows an interlocking rhyming scheme, or chain rhyme. This is where the middle of each stanza rhymes with the first and last line of the following stanza. There is no set length to this form, as long as it follows
I shall be joining Kat Myrman and Jane Dougherty in this challenge.
Life… A Terza Rima,
Two more babes refused to stay I was thin and depressed
Hubby worked away I was so alone
Then another baby on the way we moved away from the west.
Installment 20 of Life for this month’s Terza Rima Daily Poem Challenge, one tercet at a time
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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25 thoughts on “Terza Rima Day 20, Life”
Wow..this sounds so very familiar. When I started out had for babes under the age of 4 (the last two twins…and my husband at the time was out to sea, in the navy, 9 months at a time…after 8 years of this he found an unencumbered woman to bed down with and left me and the kids on our own. (Huge blessing in disguise 😉)
Well Kat blessings often come in disguise. I am glad it worked well for you . I lost my first babe, then had a boy who nearly died at birth, then I lost twin girls, then fell for another boy. My husband was moved from the west country to London and it took me ages to sell out bungalow, finally just after I fell for that second boy I escaped back to London, hubby and my mum . 💜💜
Seems we both had tumultuous youths. I, for one, have earned every grey hair, battle scar, stretch mark, and wrinkle! I almost said we but I’ll leave your list to you. ❤️❤️
Yes I have all of those two and quite a few broken bones too 😀😁💜💜
😳 no b
Too I meant 😁😁
And I meant no broken bones for me…just my nose…while white water rafting, the guy in front of me fell back and his helmet smashed my face!!!😀
Ouch that sounds really painful 🤣🤣💜💜
I can empathize 💜
🥂🍷🍷 here’s to us 💜💜
And that one stuck…I hope!
Yes that was boy number two, number three would take another ten years to arrive.💜
You were persistent!
That’s me , some say bloody mined 💜
There are worse things to be 🙂
Feeling you sis 💜
Thank you Sis 💜💜
Wow, I’m sorry for the losses you suffered! Glad you did end up with your three boys. You went through so much, though! ❤️❤️
We all go through a lot, it’s just life isn’t really. No one escapes we never really know what people’s lives are like. Thank you for caring Betty 💜💜
Yes, you’re right….we all have a story. Good things, bad things. Gives us character, as they say. 😊❤️
Yes indeed and that is what makes us who we are 💜💜