A flummoxed state of being
A blessing in disguise
A fevered mind thinks of freeing
A vision from its tear stained eyes.
In a darkened room
Loudly from within
I groan from gloom, I moan with doom
The questions now begin.
To be or not to be
Incarcerate or flee
To be or not to be
Influenza vexes me.
Phlegm soaked tissues; swollen glands
A body damp with fevered sweat
Needs the tender care of loving hands
To pacify the knife of flu’s regret.
by Mildred Ratched
Only you could turn a random bunch of words into a flu soaked epic. Fantastic.
ReplyDeleteYou're much too kind!
DeleteI am not an expert, poetry seems to be your thing.
ReplyDeleteI have lots of "things". A jack of all trades and a master of none!
DeleteJust coming over after reading Delores' site. Anyone who can works in some harsh words like her assigned list, is brilliant. I am watching you!
ReplyDeleteI'll try hard not to disappoint you!
DeleteLove, love, love your take on Delores' words. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteIt's me who needs to thank you for being so kind with both your comments and your time.
DeleteOMG, you are a genius.
ReplyDelete'To pacify the knife of flu's regret.'
What a line. I hate to repeat myself, but, GENIUS.
Sitting here fluffing my feathers....
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