A foggy head
laying low in a foggy heart.
A ragged start.
A sinus silo
filling in with pressure grain.
What a pain.
Little I think
above the mucus descent.
My thoughts are bent.
A nasal muse
a mist to be sprayed.
How I prayed.
I saw my dad with a Kleenex
hanging from the right side of
his nose.
Time froze
as I remembered him saying
hello with the dangling
participle waving in the wind.
I guess it is better than
watching a drop form on
the tip of his facial protrusion.
I’ve watched that too.
His leaky facial fawcet
running up a bill.
I wanted to tighten his ear
to dam up the trickle.
Lefty loosey righty tighty.
I suppose the muse cut through
the mucus today
and I am on my way.
LOL.... Someone has a cold? I loved your poem, very descriptive. I could picture your painted word picture right to the end.
ReplyDeletenice. i hate colds...you really got going there int eh middle though...nice...
ReplyDeleteawesome what you can make out of an ordinary cold...
ReplyDeleteTis the season of the cold...the college campus, I know, is one giant roving mass of sniffles and snot. It's where my mind went as soon as I read your lines; that and the desire to be as far away from the roiling, potential vat of sickness as well. One thing I certainly don't need!
ReplyDeleteIf you think its buggers but its snot.. sorry..
ReplyDeleteThe nose tickle/burn.. hate when that happens.
This made me laugh out loud. You are so crafty! I hope the mucus thins out soon :) Bless you.
ReplyDeleteAtchoooo
ReplyDeleteThis is great how you describe a cold... omy!
Sinus silo. I love it.
ReplyDeleteLove the end-stanza on this.
ReplyDeleteI swear I blowing my nose throughout most of this read... I love it. great read. you're a talented writer, Jerry
ReplyDelete- Sy
the kleenex in the nose thing...
ReplyDeletemy dad would do that too
as does my husband
it must be a guy thing