Quit pulling my leg,
You rowdy MonSter,
Couldn’t sleep past 4
Again.
Never knew what spasms were
When patients told me,
Hard to see,
Calf goes flat,
The Pain,
A Whimper,
A Grimace,
A bite of the tongue,
A face washed of smiles.
First goes flat, then gnarly, the muscles contract
In a schizophrenic symphony,
Discordant,
All wrong.
Rub my knee, flex my foot,
Jump out of bed, stomp like a weird dance,
Go away you spasms and pain,
Die you MonSter,
Die.
Very nice. The words, not the spasms.
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Thanks Judy, loved your poem as well. I love your comments as always. I understand that it is hard to thumbs up when part of it sucks . Is there a symbol for that? :) mary
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ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your poem.
Love,
Herrad
Thanks Herrad! Love, Mary
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