fierce, filters, keep, enough, pieces, train,
cries, gusting, bitter, springs, south, out
The Time I was Sick
You probably heard my fierce cries
The last few days
I have sadly been under the weather
Down as if I had been hit by a train
Heading south
Leaving behind only the mournful whistle
Echoing across the plane
Winds gusting
Churning up dust devils
The taste of bitter springs in my mouth
I spit it out
Keep only enough to wet my own whistle
If only the filter could keep out
All that would harm
As humans
We are such vulnerable creatures
Note: Images from the internet.
9 comments:
I hope this is a "whirl" and not reality, Annell, it sounds wicked. Love especially the whistle of the train heading south.......love the humorous tombstone.
yuck. if you were sick i hope you are feeling better...being sick is never fun....and def hope it does not come to a head stone...smiles.
First of all, thanks for the deep, deep belly laugh: I couldn't help myself when I saw the image of the tombstone!
Your closing observation about our human vulnerability is something that, if we kept it in mind at all times, would cause us to treat each other always with respect and dignity.
Very funny Annell!
I'm feeling a lot better now!
Annell, I hope this is fiction. I also laughed at the image of the tombstone. Well wordled with the given words this week.
Pamela
Thank you for the tombstone! My first belly laugh of the day! Your poem is a delicious use of the prompt words and your last lines resonate!
Really liked the poem--it so captures the feeling sick moment (which I hope isn't you!), and the ending is perfect. Fantastic photo of the tombstone!
he he, the pic of the tomb stone. Yes, we are vulnerable, us humans. Hope you're better. :)
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