Shawn L. Bird

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poem-ill October 22, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:20 pm
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Sickness weighs heavy

body aches as if it is encased in cement

limbs do not want to move,

throat scratches,

eyes droop,

incision throbs,

skin shivers.

Every part of me weighed down

and longing to fall into sleep.

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I’m definitely coming down with something!  Yesterday I was falling asleep at 8 p.m.  Tonight it wasn’t even 6 p.m.  Good night!

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poem- sick February 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:43 pm
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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.

 

 
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