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I Have A Cold.
Run those sodden streams, those
rivulets of ooze, to fall beneath the
tingle and the torment, in torrents
no tissue can assuage.
And now...the sweating starts, oh
joy. Just the cough to come,
it waits with baited breath, upon
constriction of the lungs, barking
like an angered hound when
silence drains the hour.
I like how your poems call
I like how your poems call attention to aspects which most of us either ignore or overlook.
J-Called
Hi Starward Thank you. I
Hi Starward Thank you. I write from an emotional / feelings perspective. I
couldn’t write to order, as in someone wants me to write a poem for them to give to someone else, or on a theme for a magazine. I really admire and rather envy those who can. Sue x
cold and flu
Autumn approaches, the sniffles of winter not far behind. Your description so acute "torrents/no tissue can assuage". Exactly. - ~S~
Well this year with everyone
Well this year with everyone ( supposed ) to wear masks and all the safety restrictions in place we shouldn’t get any colds or flu this winter.
one hopes :-)
medical poem
your case can't be solved
by a poem
I think you need a doctor
good luck
Thankfully, it only lasted a
Thankfully, it only lasted a few days, thank you for commenting :-) Sue.