My stomach is a stormy ocean
and I am an ocean liner,
furniture sliding left and right,
uncomfortably.
Captain stands firmly at the helm,
looking forward,
aiming for calm,
hoping the ship
does not betray his confidence.
poem- deep December 12, 2016
I’ve fallen into a fog
that fills my head with cotton
and adds sandpaper to my throat.
Bed sounds like such a good idea,
but work requires my presence.
Mentally, I’m home, buried under quilts.
Physically, I supervise workers,
who all wish they were home in bed.
We may lack spirit for spirit week;
but today is pajama day.
How apropos.
poem- swimming December 11, 2015
Our bodies are mostly water
and my head is swimming as I lie.
Consciousness swirling in eddies,
I’m drowning in myself.
poem-sniffle December 10, 2015
Congested nose
a sniff, a sneeze
and then a cough.
Pass a tissue, please?
poem- sick February 11, 2014
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.
poem- alone February 7, 2014
Alone
in the spare bed
preserving the sleep
of the regular bed mate
thankful for the heat of
canine companions
who don’t complain
when I cough.
poem-who knew? February 3, 2014
Who knew
when love first entangled
that rapture yields both
blessing and anguish?
Anticipated joy
dashed by disability,
disease, dread,
death.
Watching beloved baby
suffer
and the love that begat
all the suffering
lies so tangled
in anguish
that it’s difficult to
find it at all.
ouch April 26, 2013
head in vice
waves of fire engulf me,
then ebb, and I’m left drenched
boiling in my skin
head in vice
.
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I’m home sick today. This is why. 😦 These debilitating waves have been coming all morning. It’s horrible. I was in bed until noon, when the need for pain killer forced me to move. It is not pretty. I hope you’re having a much better day!
Shawn L. Bird 
sick January 13, 2012
Tags: sick
I have been sick this week. It seemed at times as if my skin had been removed, pummelled with a tenderizing mallet, then wrapped back over my bones, mashed into place with a good whack to my lower back..
I am very much looking forward to a return to health, which I hope happens very soon.
Very.
Soon.
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