I Have A Cold.
Run those sodden streams, those
rivulets of ooze, to fall beneath the
tingle and the torment, in torrents
no tissue can assuage.
And now…the sweating starts, oh
joy. Just the cough to come
it waits with baited breath, upon
constriction of the lungs, barking
like an angered hound when
silence drains the hour.
© sweetwater 2023
Dear Sue, you have described succintly and precisely the symptoms of a seasonal malady which I, in common with millions of others, had to endure this winter. I can offer no remedy but my sympathy.
Best, Luigi. x
Hi Luigi I wrote this at 3am a few days ago, I was so frustrated with all that goes with a cold this little rhyme popped into my mind, and progressed along with the symptoms.
I thank you for your sympathy and kind comments Sue xx
Poor auld sausage. A hot toddy for you, me lass. Take care now. Enjoyed your poem, but hope it hasn’t passed on the dreaded lurgy to me.
I appreciate your kind sympathy thank you 🙂 I may give the hot toddy some consideration too. I’m pleased you enjoyed the poem and I promise I have passed no germs across to you :-)) Sue x
From such a depression comes this excellent piece. We all know this one Sue, you told it well.
Thank you Mike, I don’t know about Devon but up here this cold has become a close acquaintance of just about everyone, you think it’s gone then it circles back and catches you again. Fortunately I did not get the cough. Sue xx