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
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
I love your poetry with the photos! 🙂
ah, thank you so much! have a lovely day!
It does look a little dried out and crunchy. Hope you’re feeling better. Stay away from West Africa!
I’m getting there. Its been like 14 days or so. But I’m getting better. thanks! hope you are having a lovely weekend.
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.