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.

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Starward's picture

I like how your poems call

I like how your poems call attention to aspects which most of us either ignore or overlook.


Starward

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sweetwater's picture

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

allets's picture

cold and flu

Autumn approaches, the sniffles of winter not far behind. Your description so acute "torrents/no tissue can assuage". Exactly.  - ~S~
 


 

 

sweetwater's picture

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 :-)

muneer's picture

medical poem

your case can't be solved

by a poem

I think you need a doctor

good luck

sweetwater's picture

Thankfully, it only lasted a

Thankfully, it only lasted a few days, thank you for commenting :-) Sue.