Snuffling with fuzzy head,
her frigid feet
in search of heat,
she creeps, shivering between the sheets.
Piled high with fill from sheep and geese
duvets do not suffice to thaw her feet of ice.
As her teeth tremble a timpanic tintannabulation
of unsympathetic vibrations
She seeks cessation of sensation
in the oblivion of sleep.
Shawn L. Bird 
Love the alliteration. Feel better.
Thank you. I hope I do, soon! But for now, I’m heading back to bed.
Feel better soon:(
Thanks.
Visualize the cherry trees budding in Stanley Park:) I know it’s far away but the mind is a precious thing and I know you have a vivid imagination…you write such beautiful stories.
Thank you.
ok…that reminds me to go to GoodReads…that is the only place I can write something because I did not get your books at your publisher…it won’t let me comment unless I purchase it..
A review on Goodreads is great. Thanks.
Nice! Shawn, I did some of these sick poems when I was down with H1N1. WordPress purging toward some kind of health. I think it helped. ha ha. Stay positive. Will yourself to wellness.
Eek. H1N1. It’s a head cold, but it’s a killer, determined, grumpy head cold!
Oh dear hope whoeveer is shivery with fever will soon be well!
It’s me, and I do, too!
Oh poor you, though I did suspect the poem was about yourself, but one never knows…hope you get well soon!
Tha-tha-thank choooo!!
Poor dear…
shiv
~
ers
😉
I hope you are up and about soon:) even in your sickly state, you write beautifully;)
>>sniff<>sniff<<
wow; a timpanic tintannabulation
of unsympathetic vibrations…. 🙂 compassionately said! take care……Q
Tintannabulation was word I learnt yesterday from Mary Oliver. It seemed a propos.
this is such a GREAT poem – but I would insert the he for the she because my husband has been sick the past two days – and well, okay, would change a few other parts too – but really loved this poem…. 🙂 ~y.
My husband has been sick, too. Normally that would mean more work for me, but I’m sicker, so it neutralizes his complaints. 😉
so sorry to hear that you both are down and out – and that you are worse!
(and as you know, I love your “way with words….” and this current poem was one of those nice to read aloud as well…. “seeks cessation of sensation
in the oblivion of sleep….”)
hope you heal up soon….
Thank you. A little more head space today, the fog is thinner…
Been there before, get well soon
Thanks!