Day 11 - Free Write

Final night of being sick I was tired of being in bed - yes that is possible.


Restless

It starts at my finger tips
and calves -
       as if they're expecting
       a quick get away
       or deflection.

I never know what
to do with my hands
       so I draw
       diagrams of how this
       disease can help make
       my life that less
       complicated.

I keep moving my
legs hoping they'll
       wear each other out
       as if rubbing them together
       would burn this feeling
       away

Day 10 - Free Write

Okay, this one is pretty lame but I had this poem in my head while on loads of flu medicines.

This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold



So here's mine - obviously not at great as WCW's but a weird drug induced attempt

Dear Pen
   Yes you are
   stolen
   so bright blue and silver

I just couldn't let
you lay untouched
on a dirty counter top

Back to life

Sorry for the delay but have been battling the flu for 3 days. I promise to be back tomorrow!

Day 9 - A Letter

So there I was - lying in bed, in the cool dark bedroom with a cold towel across my forehead - and then the crying of an infant. The downstairs neighbors have a teeny tiny baby and I'm not sure if it was "maternal instinct" or that it was 3AM that I woke up and wrote this.


A Letter of Complaint

Dear Sir or Madam
     I congratulate you on
            your success of procreating.

I marvel at your way of
      not paying mind to your baby.

I especially love it
     when it cries downstairs at 3AM.

Every. Single. Morning.

So, please kindly stop these notes
        left on my door.

I know my dishwasher is
      on at 6AM.

Regards,
Your Neighbor

Day 8 - Free Write

On this day, the temperature reached 92 degrees --- I can almost taste Summer. I'm both excited and terrified of this Summer, I think it's going to be record breaking heat (scary) but I do live in an apartment with a swimming pool (not so scary).

A Love Song for Summer

Actually -
     a loveish kind of
     song for the upcoming
     TEXAS summer.

Summer -
    You will come without
    warning within the
    next 21 days.

    and you will burst
    all over flowers and
    and hills and make
    living here
                   hell.

When does Fall start?

Day 7 - Free Write

This one was written under the influence of flu meds and 14 hours of rest and reading Jane Austen.

The Soloist

Lying in bed I
       hear the soloist.

racing and rummaging
through the hollow chambers -
where are they?

Who shows up late
         for a soloists' recital

Where has all decorum gone?

Do they not see -
         see how long I've practiced?

Can they not hear
         the echoing, resonating
         palpable sound of my solo performance?

Where is my symphony?

Day 6 - Sick and in bed

So I wrote this in during bed rest - I promised myself I'd keep up with NaPoWriMo but getting the flu kind of stopped me. So here.


Being Sick

How I love to
     send the email to work

"I cannot come in today
for I am ill and
highly contagious."

Everything else
     about being sick is

"I cannot wait for the day
when I am well and
able to eat food."