hammers are driving into my head
pins prick me all over
my legs are like molten steel
eyes pop out of my face
in this disrupted state
no love can exist, no flowers can grow
when bile rises all I want is to throw
spleen mingling with liver
dances in my innards
even if you sing a song for me
I wouldn't know it is you
If you really want to help
get me some chicken soup
"not that it would make any dfference who brings it"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So what do you think of the poem?
I have caught the flu. I am on leave from work. My reading/writing threshold has come down. I can't sit for long either. So I will make my rounds to your blogs as and when I can. Now all I do is sleep and drink lots of fluids. And read poetry in between!
16 comments:
Hope you will recover fast. Take care.
Hope you feel better soon! take rest and take it easy...
Get well soon!
Best wishes
Ralf
Nice summarisations of feelings, flu has done me in to. Hope you recover fast.
Take Care
Hope you feel well soon. I had the flu earlier this year as did my husband and daughter and it wasn't fun. Rest. Get lots of it.
Get well soon. Please take care
Hope you're back on your feet soon.
I'm so sorry, Gautami. Rest, rest, rest. And hope you feel better very soon.
interesting poem ...
i hope you feel better soon -- take care and smiles,
((Hugs)) At least as a writer you can use your misery to feed your creativity. I hope so much you feel better soon. Take care of yourself.
You've got it bad - get well soon.
Sad - take care, be well...
I hope you are better--you have described the flu perfectly!
MmmKay. I officially like you! lol I hope you get to feeling better. I know some people are getting hammered this time of year. (((HUGS)))
Wonderful work with that prompt!!
I'm so sorry - you seem to be getting hit all the way around! Feel better soon - I can't believe you are able to keep writing when you feel so bad!!
Sorry you were sick last week --missed this post. hope you are 100%better this week.
Post a Comment