Saturday, September 2, 2017

Wild Woman Goes Out

helpful sign found on google


Wild Woman ventures out at night.
It's getting kind of scary.
Is the world really ready
for an out-at-night Sherry?

She teeters on hilly edges,
others clutching at her cape,
to keep her from falling over
as she stands with mouth agape.
"Look at all the pretty stars!"
as she slides down the cliff,
pretends she meant to go that way,
it's really fun. As if.

There's a sign on the balcony
but she's too blind to see.
The folks below just catch Wild Woman
finally flying free.

A Ms. Magoo kinda heart,
in a  world benign and funny,
Wild Woman cannot see the grey.
She keeps her blue skies sunny. 

Now she's out in the orchard
dancing - skip skip skip -
there's many a sorry stumble twixt
the high-step and the flip.

Follow fools into the meadow.
Let's all hoot at the owl,
dance with the chickens,
both fair-weather and fowl.

Smiling grimly 'top the steering wheel
and blinded by the light:
"Officer, I'm not impaired,
I just can't see at night."
Wild Woman rarely drives at night,
because she knows she's blind.
Thank God the policeman
was Canadian, and kind.

Each little touch of pixie dust
gets followed by an "ouch!"
I think it's safer keeping
Wild Woman on the couch.


A smile from 2014, shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United. It's true, last time I drove at night, a policeman followed me home to ensure I wasn't impaired. As I had a back seat full of bottles for the bottle depot, and my eyes were red from an eye infection, he may well have been suspicious. Thankfully, I managed to speak somewhat coherently and avoided a ticket. LOL. 


31 comments:

  1. I love this poem, Sherry! It has such a happy feeling. And what luck to have encountered such an understanding police officer!

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  2. Such a delightful poem and that image is apt. Greetings.

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  3. Ha.. love the story behind it with red eyes and bottles,,,

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  4. I enjoyed this humorous take on Wild Woman – an aspect I hadn't seen before.

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  5. This really made me smile Sherry - long may your skies be sunny and your adventures in the night be safe..the line about the Canadian policeman made me chuckle.

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  6. The lightness and humor here is enchanting.Made me giggle.

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  7. It can be fun when one reflects on such near misses of times in the past!

    Hank

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  8. I enjoyed this poem, Thanks for sharing it.

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  9. I really enjoyed the light-heartedness of your poem, Sherry!

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  10. what a great piece of fun you've written here.
    A Ms. Magoo kinda heart,
    in a world benign and funny,
    Wild Woman cannot see the grey.
    She keeps her blue skies sunny. ....love it, Sherry.

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  11. I think using your name in the poem lends it a lovely touch! Much fun this one!

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  12. This was so funny Sherry and I too dread being pulled over and the cop actually finding some fault in my driving (or me)...why can't they concentrate on the younger drivers?

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  13. Ah this one is a joy and though the background gives a realistic background can certainly be interpreted as a whistling in the dark bravery in hard to see at night times... though it would be difficult to imagine you faltering to find the light in any dimness..

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  14. Yes, one must be careful at night. A couple of years before my Mom died, and she died at 96, completely in control of all her thoughts. In a conversation on the phone, she said, Oh, did I tell you, I fell? I thought, she is getting old, perhaps she has begun to "fall". I said, what happened. She said, I was outside running, the other night, and tripped over a little bush. I told her, oh no, Mom, that is not a "fall". It is the actions of a foolish old woman, outside at night running? I hope when I get to be her age, I will also go outside at night and run.

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  15. "Each little touch of pixie dust
    gets followed by an "ouch!"
    I think it's safer keeping
    Wild Woman on the couch."

    This one got me smiling Wild Woman
    (✿◠‿◠)

    much love...

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  16. As one who seldom drives at night anymore, I identified with this "Wild Woman"! Such a fun poem, Sherry.

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  17. I love how you always make the best of things. If you slip, you use the push to take flight. If you get lost, you turn finding your way back into an adventure... That's the way to live, the alternative is too boring.

    And, yes, thank goodness for kind Canadian cops. :-D

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  18. Thank you for this delightful humorous side of you

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  19. This gave me such a good giggle. I would love to follow the adventures of Wild Woman. She sounds delightful. :)

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  20. I love this humorous touch on the Wild Woman. I like her very much. This Wild Woman prefers to walk about the neighborhood at night, sitting still sometimes and listening to the night sounds, hearing the bats flapping overhead and listening to the owls hunting. I'm glad the officer was Canadian but I have a feeling, a Southern officer would have followed you home to make sure you got back okay. I have serveral police officers and an FBI person in my family. Can't swear for the FBI (federal bureau of intimidation) but I do know the cops have delivered babies in the back of cars, climbed trees to rescue trapped scared cats, and in a partner situation, drove a little old lady home who had forgotten where she lived and helped her inside. So...what can I say? Not all American police officers are bad just as all Canadian police officers are considerate and good. I wish all our police personnel were caring instead of bing such asshats.

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  21. This is pure delight - AND cleverly constructed, to boot. These whimsical/humorous pieces are a lot trickier to 'get right' than they often look, at first pass. Awesome job on this, Sherry.

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  22. Delightful, Sherry. This wild woman salutes you!

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  23. The adventure , sometimes we all deserve one such!!

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  24. What a romp! All you need is Sgt. Peppers and Mr. Kite.

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  25. '...there's many a sorry stumble twixt/the high-step and the flip..." OH yes. ;) Thanks so much for this light-hearted, yet rueful picture of the life where we end up, after sliding--of course it was on purpose!!--down that cliff. And thanks as always for your support and your unique grace, dear Sherry.

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  26. Good One. I appreciate that Canadian policeman line!

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  27. Stay home and be safe Sherry ~ Love your fun and sense of adventure....

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  28. Your couch does not like to coddle you, Wild Woman, and wants you to move from its safety into dangerous and wondrous places and spaces!

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