I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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24 September 2011

Body Language

My ears ache,
my throat burns,
my nose is alternately
stuffed up and streaming.

My body tells me
loud and clear
I need a rest,
time out, time off.

‘Go to bed,’
says my husband.
‘Stay in bed!’
But once I’m there

he hovers
demanding anxiously
at the slightest twitch,
‘What’s that? What’s wrong?

‘What can I do?
What can I get you?’
Peace, I think,
and silence. Solitude.

30 Poems in 30 Days: 23, include three parts of the body

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