Oh E-Coli

Tiny evil microbial organism

not visible to the naked eye,

you stop me in my tracks

leaving me weak, weary, worn.

A cot next to the toilet;

My only food groups:

apples, bananas, cereal.

For an unbearable length

you play the tune that

has my guts salsa dancing.

I’m begging you to leave me alone.

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My sick offering to Fireblossom Friday (Why oh why did she assign the topic of bodies for this week’s writing?) as well as G-Man’s Friday Flash 55.  I told you, G~it’s been a rough week. 🙂

Poem Sketching

The poetry challenge at real toads today is based on the work of Sanford Lyne.  We were to choose a word group and use it to write a poem.  The word group I chose was:  blackbirds (I changed to peacock), snow, tail feathers, and ink.

peafowl strutting stately and proud

bright blue beauty against white snow

tail feathers trail gracefully behind

with leering eyes like a pen and ink drawing

 

As a second one I chose the word group including: mother, folds, twilight and hands.

silently the

young mother

folds her

hands in

twilight prayer

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Be sure to visit Real Toads for more Poem Sketches.