My Poetography: February 2015

Friday, February 20, 2015

My throat is sore and I feel draggy
My countenance is somewhat craggy
Not sure yet what this might mean
Ignoring symptoms yet unseen

Here a cough or two or three
Now I fear what this might be
Hope to god it's just a cold
Could be why I feel so old

Sniffling, sneezing, runny nose
Fever, chills, that's how this goes
Box of tissues by my bed
Hope these meds will clear my head

My ears are blocked, my nose is red
A pressure cooker's in my head
Dishes piled up in the sink
I'm so tired that I can't think

I can't move 'cause I'm so achy
Hands are trembling, knees are shaky
My head feels like a big balloon
I hope that I'll feel better soon

This flu is awful, I can't lie
I feel like I'm gonna die
I phoned work, here's what I said
I won't be in, I called in dead.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

It's dark in here inside my head,

Without the sun, I'm filled with dread.

When February comes to call,

It seems the darkest time of all.

"Six more weeks", the groundhog said.

Then turned 'round; went back to bed

To dream of better days and times,

Of sunny skies and warmer climes.

I wish I could just hibernate

And let this harsh winter abate.

Wake to greener grasses when

Flowers bloom from showers then.

Till spring comes with skies of blue,

I don't know how I'll muddle through.

Each and every day's a test

Till summer time when I feel best.