Sunday, March 16, 2008

Fever Poem

I'm drinking fluids as Far suggests
But something still sits right on my chest.
I'm thinking fever inspires writing
The purple prose is so frightening.

One-oh-three doesn't sound very bad
But the rib cracking cough makes me sad.
And I wrote and found a thousand words
Spewed disorganized like cattle herds.

1 comment:

FARfetched said...

Good to hear *someone* *somewhere* listens to me!

I agree that fever inspires writing. The time I had the flu, when I wasn't napping I was writing. It turned out pretty well, too.

Here's hoping you get better soon, and get some good writing done either way…