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Sunday sermons and prose written in a sick bed


underneath the duvet
a body stirs stiffly and aches
inside bones and a rumbling stomach
the tv talks to her
& to itself when she slumbers fitfully
randomly so the day turns

eats a  little
bird like flutters in her abdomen and eyes
there is something to do
but she can't raise herself
then it unfolds slow
like a thermometer rising
temperature steams & sweats
breaks the mold

she showers
changes her clothes
cleanliness is next to godliness
so they say
who the hell are they
to know this

she knows
wishes for new bones and blood
to broaden the horizon of sunday madness

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  • Grunts Girl silver member
    September 22

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    hope you are better?
    i always adore your ability to turn something every day and simple into something beautifully written and full of a range of emotion


  • Cat
    September 22

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    how do you manage to turn sick into poetry?
    you continue to astound and amaze..
    m


  • tara wilson gold member
    September 21

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    this is me this morning! oh, my i am sooooo sick Gilly, i haven't slept all night. you know, you can make beautiful poetry from anything, i suddenly feel a little better after reading this.

    i'm heading for a steamy bath now. ah-choo.



  • Nicolette gold member
    September 20

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    few can write their days like you do, gilly....and not just write it, but write it like this. you just take good care of yourself, ya hear?

    I had a lazy sunday too...that's what sundays are for
    take care, girl



    ~ Nicolette


  • DogFish silver member
    September 20

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    "cleanliness is next to godliness
    so they say
    who the hell are they
    to know this..."I think they are the oldtime Westleyans..something to Google-up, I guess...

    A wonderful poem, Chilly; I hopes a warm bath made 'ja feel better!


  • michael thomas gold member
    September 20

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    You always draw us in with your images and words. Nicely done.


  • individuality gold member
    September 20
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  • Night Hope gold member
    September 20

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    Pretend it's chicken soup, Sweetie. And feel better fast. Even if it's "just a poem".


    • NurseChilly gold member
      September 20

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      im feeling alot better now... running on three cylinders instead of four.. but it's been a quiet sunday spent in bed, rotten lil' bug i had.. yuck
      oh well
      thankie ma'am, i love chicken soup


      • Night Hope gold member
        September 20
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        *hands ya coupons for three free back rubs and ice cream when ya feel better*

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