Once it was the gods who tested a hero’s mettle by showing him the shape of his own death but giving him no way to change things, so that the only variable was how he carried himself into a future he already knew by heart—he wasn’t fighting for his life, but to be remembered for his manner of dying,

Foreseeing

let me not whine, let me not ask Why me, let me not outlive my sense of humor— the surest saving grace—

Never better, mad as a hatter, right as rain, might and main, hanky-panky, hot toddy, hoity-toity, cold shoulder, bowled over, rolling in clover, low blow, no soap, hope against hope, pay the piper, liar liar pants on fire, high and dry, shoo-fly pie, fiddle-faddle, fit as a fiddle, sultan of swat, muskrat ramble, fat and sassy, fllimflam, happy as a clam, cat’s pajamas, bee’s knees, peas in a pod, pleased as punch, pretty as a picture, nothing much, lift the latch, double dutch, helter-skelter, hurdy-gurdy, early bird, feathered friend, dumb cluck, buck up, shilly-shally, willy-nilly, roly-poly, holy moly, loose lips sink ships, spitting image, nip in the air, hale and hearty, part and parcel, upsy-daisy, lazy days, maybe baby, up to snuff, flibbertigibbet, honky-tonk, spic and span, handyman cool as a cucumber, blue moon, high as a kite, night and noon, love me or leave me, seventh heaven, up and about, over and out.

national poetry month, day 16

Sawdust