Poetry Archive :: Poorly Sick

I started writing this on Twelfth Night with a horrible virus thing in throat and ears which has finally slowed to the occasional cough and a bit of a runny nose. This I attribute to a lot of exercise and eating like a horse, but it is just as likely that diminished pile of drugs to my left had an influence. Either way, this seemed a great idea for a week’s worth of Haiku, and it seems to have done the trick.

I’m well again, and you get a week’s work of mini-masterpieces in one hit.

Poorly Sick

There’s no escaping
Temperature rising: not love,
Impending illness.

At the Pharmacy,
Feeling awful: grab the things
Help you feel better.

Go to bed early,
Try not to stress: relaxing
Hot lemon, honey.

Convincing your brain
Tomorrow will be better:
Just relax tonight.

I hate being ill:
Feeling poorly: sick and me
Never get along.


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