The Visiting Virus

Cranky poetry for the daily prompt, by a sick person…

 

The Virus: part 1

Go ahead, wash your hands,

It’s too late…

Sucker!

 

The Virus: part II

Mountain of tissues,

In the can by the bed

Your nose is so raw, 

A lovely shade, “wino red.”

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The Visiting Virus: A Haiku

Take your aspirin

Drink your hot tea, don’t mind me

I’ll just hang out here

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Red1 & Red2

A bleak day, cold winter wind,

And a single cardinal on a nude black branch,

The only color in a washed out day,

Brilliant and vital

As a drop of blood.

(2/23)

 

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Saw him again today,

Him or one just like him.

He saw me seeing him,

And he sang a little song,

Isn’t it strange that the day is

Wet and gray again?

Maybe he’s like me, and he

Likes it that way.(2/26)

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* I wasn’t sure about publishing the initial poem…but then I saw him again today.  I thought he’d fly away when i went in to get my camera, but he was still there.  Regrettably, his vibrant color didn’t really come through in this pic.

Haunted (poem)

Haunted

Beyond the veil of sleep

Where my control wanes

Voices that I’ve never really heard

Echo down to me.

There are spectres in my house

Haunting the halls.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Phantoms in the mirror

But they’re just reflecting me.

From dreams they follow me

In the daylight, I’m the ghost.

Silence screams.

I don’t exist.

 

The Sleeping Flame (verse)

felt pen stippling © alienredqueen

The Sleeping Flame      5/28/12

You came to me in my dreams last night.

You were just as beautiful as I remember.

I went to your arms with desire in my heart

and doubt in my mind.

But you were diminished somehow,

and your words held no sway.

I was bound by promise to another.

You all come to me in my dreams

To waken dormant parts of me,

sleeping memories,

To tease me with false currents of flame,

and muddy the waters of my heart.