Curled up in a shriveled pile
Blankets to my body so riveted
My body fought off an invader of bile
My head hung low and unspirited
Awakening
rejuvenated, not so much
nonetheless a lingering glossy shine
Soon mind, spirit and body will jut out
I will have my many-sundried cheeky bouts
Categories: Health, Poetry, The Seasons, Travel
psychologistmimi 
I love your poetry with the photos! 🙂
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ah, thank you so much! have a lovely day!
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It does look a little dried out and crunchy. Hope you’re feeling better. Stay away from West Africa!
Leslie
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I’m getting there. Its been like 14 days or so. But I’m getting better. thanks! hope you are having a lovely weekend.
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Now I have another idol to emulate, in addition to Jane Fonda and possibly Samuel L. Jackson. Besides trying to write a prosaic blog, I might want to try to write poetry as well. I loved to do that as a kid and have taken some adult ed classes taught by local published poets.
Yes, this adulation may be a bit overboard but if you look at my crappy blog (and I’m trying to figure out how to unblur the pictures) I hope you’ll see that we may have a few things in common.
Enjoyed the poem. Looks like your feverish brain is still functioning. Get well soon.
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