I am vertical

I would much rather be on Terra firma.
I am not a hedge with my roots running hither
In earthen soil, sucking up Artesian well water
With mineral derivatives and cemetery remnants—
So that each Spring I may gleam as a green leaf;
Nor am I the embodiment of a garden plowed
Attracting my fair share of grubs and crows,
Knowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a hedge is immortal,
And a vegetable-head’s shorter but more deserving,
I do insist on having one’s long life and the other’s bearing.

This night, in the infinitesimal bright of the neighbor’s light,
The hedge has gone to sleep
Yet, I stand aloft on this wooden ladder strewing sniffles and a cough—
I look rather pitiful, but no one seems to notice.
In between shivers, I dream of a nice warm bed,
Out here, in the cold, sleeping is rather difficult,
I rather resemble a large raccoon with dark circles under my eyes;
My thought processes are growing dim.
It is not natural to me being vertical on a ladder at quarter to three in the p.m.
I have even taken to striking up a conversation with a celestial owl.
So, for heaven’s sake, would someone come and throw me a lasso!

Copyright © 07/21/18 lance sheridan®


This entry was posted in Poetry.

99 comments on “I am vertical

  1. Anna says:

    What are you doing on a wooden ladder over three in the morning? It is difficult to stand vertically at a minimum height! Sometimes living becomes a challenge, not so for the hedges 🙂 Always a great pleasure to read you, Lance

  2. rabirius says:

    Excellent thought and words.

  3. How beautiful, deeply sensitive and emotionnel is your poetry! Thanks lancesheridan

  4. ortensia says:

    I love it love it love it.
    I read it in one breath and the end is perfect.❤️

  5. Lona Gynt says:

    I see symmetry with Samuel Beckett, “Waiting for Godot” is this a fan-fiction sequel, did Lucky bring the ladder and some more suitable rope? Is this Vladimir or Estragon waiting on the ladder? I may be off base, but I get a sense of the absurd that succinctly seems to carry on the “story.” The tincture for such absurdity is the bond we have with each other, even if absurdly short, it replicates, it continues at least until the last measure of entropy is exacted and we sink under the waves of our collapsing star. But I feel a tug beyond that, and we and our posterity will wait, it is our legacy, a hedging against the cold dark, the idea lives on no matter what Nietzche or bright eyes may have sung about it. So what is left when we have been able to look above this hedge into the dark? That we can wait together, at least until we cannot. It may be mediated by some screen or pixel, but when I read your words I am comforted in some measure and feel joy in the infinitismal bright that someone waits with me. I, my friend will wait a season with you.

  6. My first visit to your page and you have lassoed me. I shall be returning often.

  7. anne leueen says:

    You have no fear of heights. But this has led you to an awkward place at 3 in the night atop a sleeping hedge.

  8. Anna says:

    Ripasso per un saluto .Buona serata ,Lance 🙂

  9. Thank you once again, Lona!

  10. Reading your poetry is always a revelation. In this case, I am in awe of your incisive sense of humor.

  11. Katherine says:

    That is really Good, Mr Lance!
    I appreciate this poem very much.
    Have a nice week! 🙂

  12. Daniela says:

    Beautiful poem ! Can I use one of your poems for my special “table” 🙂 in my cafe ?

  13. almerighi says:

    ottima poesia che troverai presto tra i miei gioielli rubati, un caro saluto dall’Italia, come sempre

    excellent poetry that you will soon find among my stolen jewels, a warm greeting from Italy, as always

  14. well composed, great word selection… and needless to say, pure poetry

  15. Equipping says:

    Thanks for your like of my posts; you are very kind.

  16. Ankur Mithal says:

    Great poetry! And the image takes the cake 🙂

  17. Equipping says:

    Thanks for your like of my post, ” English Bible Translation History – 995 A.D. To Current Day;” you are very kind.

  18. Equipping says:

    Thanks for your like of my post, “”Jehovah?” – “Jesus?” – Let’s Talk About It;” you are very kind.

  19. RM Weldon says:

    No one needs a ladder when one speaks with the Celestial Owl. Wisdom is everpresent in its presence. The lasso is already yours. 😉

  20. U deserve to write a book amazing big picture

  21. Patrice says:

    Lovely! Thank You too for your ‘Follow”! 😀

  22. Arpon Files says:

    Estar parado en una escalera de 3 metros, por la tarde, pocos se atreven a hacerlo y eso te hace único. Felices fiestas de fin de año. Un gran abrazo

  23. I’m going to say, “How very odd.” It’s a bit like “Alice in Wonderland”, Lance. Delightful. Thanks for stopping by my blog and following. Happy Holidays and New Year 2019. 🙂 — Suzanne

  24. bernard25 says:

    Bonjour ou bonsoir mon Amie , ami

    Un petit mot de tous les jours
    Ça va, merci!!
    C’est une marque de confiance , que je t’adresse
    Avec du soleil en abondance ou une nuit remplit de sommeil
    Pour moi
    Ces petits gestes viennent du cœur
    Je te fais aussi un clin d’œil que je puisse te faire sourire
    C’est une bonne recette du bonheur
    Gros bisous Bernard

  25. Reblogged this on sovrasenso bisbigliato and commented:
    Stare dritto.

    Preferirei più essere sulla Terra Ferma.
    Io non sono una siepe con radici che corrono
    Sotto terra , succhiando acqua di pozzo artesiano
    con derivati ​​minerali e scoli di cimitero-
    così che ogni primavera io possa brillare come verde foglia ;
    Neppure sono l’incarnazione di un giardino arato che attiri la
    giusta dose di larve e cornacchie,
    sapendo che non sono perpetuo.
    Rispetto a me, una siepe è immortale,
    e un ortaggio è più tozzo, ma più meritevole,
    insisto per avere una lunga vita e il suo iportamento

    Questa notte, nel riverbero della luce vicina,
    La siepe si è addormentata
    Nonostante tutto,io sto in piedi,su questa scala di legno con starnuti e tosse
    Sono in uno stato pietoso,ma nessuno sembra accorgersene.
    Tra un brivido e l’altro,sogno un bel letto caldo,
    Qui fuori,al freddo,dormire è alquanto difficile,
    somiglio piuttosto a un grosso procione con le borse sotto gli occhi;
    Sto,quasi,per perdere coscienza
    Non è naturale, per me, stare dritto su una scala alle tre meno un quarto del pomeriggio.
    Ho persino cominciato a parlare con un gufo celeste.
    Quindi,per l’amor del cielo,qualcuno venga a porgermi un lazo!

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