Poem: best intentions
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Rating...general
Word count...220
Response to monthly prompt
Early days in Baker Street
Best Intentions
“Things that are my pigeon“;
I have made a handy little list.
Pinned it to the parlour wall;
l’ll stick to it,
I must insist.
Starting with the obvious...
I’m convalescing,
Home from war.
I need to take it slow,
Still limping;
That is what my cane is for.
Gentle, calm, non stressful pastimes;
Nothing too demanding here.
Dip my toes to test the waters;
Reassess my planned career.
Army medic life is over,
General practice calls instead.
Pleasant clinics, grateful patients,
Nights at home asleep in bed
Far away from grim destruction,
Countless battles fought in vain.
The chance to heal, before I face
The harsher side of life again.
I’m sure that Holmes will understand
My need for peace, and space and time
And absolutely won’t expect
Assistance in pursuit of crime...
~0~
Best intentions thus recorded;
Briefly read then cast aside.
Days are filled with mayhem; murder
Follows every breathless stride.
No attention paid to wishes,
Holmes declined to heed my list.
Much against my better judgement,
Failed attempts to cease, resist,
Here I am on one more mission
Tracking to the villains’ lair.
One fist fight, one knife deflected,
One more epic tale to share.
Home as daylight starts to glimmer,
Wistful glance at note on wall.
Sidekick, friend and faithful Boswell...
Not my pigeon.
Not at all!
~0~
Word count...220
Response to monthly prompt
Early days in Baker Street
Best Intentions
“Things that are my pigeon“;
I have made a handy little list.
Pinned it to the parlour wall;
l’ll stick to it,
I must insist.
Starting with the obvious...
I’m convalescing,
Home from war.
I need to take it slow,
Still limping;
That is what my cane is for.
Gentle, calm, non stressful pastimes;
Nothing too demanding here.
Dip my toes to test the waters;
Reassess my planned career.
Army medic life is over,
General practice calls instead.
Pleasant clinics, grateful patients,
Nights at home asleep in bed
Far away from grim destruction,
Countless battles fought in vain.
The chance to heal, before I face
The harsher side of life again.
I’m sure that Holmes will understand
My need for peace, and space and time
And absolutely won’t expect
Assistance in pursuit of crime...
~0~
Best intentions thus recorded;
Briefly read then cast aside.
Days are filled with mayhem; murder
Follows every breathless stride.
No attention paid to wishes,
Holmes declined to heed my list.
Much against my better judgement,
Failed attempts to cease, resist,
Here I am on one more mission
Tracking to the villains’ lair.
One fist fight, one knife deflected,
One more epic tale to share.
Home as daylight starts to glimmer,
Wistful glance at note on wall.
Sidekick, friend and faithful Boswell...
Not my pigeon.
Not at all!
~0~
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Date: 2020-09-19 04:59 pm (UTC)And I love those last four lines in particular ^___^ But it's all wonderful ^___^
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