Tea cups and tissues everywhere
The big chair is my lair
Orange juice in the fridge
Chicken soup, ok just a smidge
A week off work would be grand
Except a cold is never planned.
The pets won’t even snuggle
I’m left alone with my struggle
oh, I’m sure I’ll be fine
I just need more time
For the pollen to go away
And never come, not any other day
On this I do not sway.
And to think that this poem is about cold and sniffling…
I was trying to make sure there was some creativity left and hadn’t all been blown out my nose 😉
When I get a cold and have to blow it out of my clogged nose, I get a feeling that I blew out my brains along (icky!)
Exactly!
Well, being sick has certainly brought out the poet in you!
After the move and WP writing 101, I’m really trying to write, and be creative, even if I don’t really feel it. It makes everything so much better
Of course, I’ll never be the haiku master like you 😉