The first prompt was to write a poem that provides the reader with instructions on how to do something. I am sick and recovering from a cold, so that’s my poem: how to recover from a cold.
Illnesses, colds and flu and some others,
oddly part of a healthy life. It’s normal
for us to suffer. I never get sick.
Until I do, because some germ has taken
to my body as a nice B&B place for a week
or so, and my body begins evicting the visitors
causing displays and loss of sleep and feelings
for which miserable is the visible coughing,
sneezing, and blowing snot. Need more tissue.
Head and body aches and pains and all form
of physical and mental malady, but the torment
and discomforts are symptoms of recovery.
Wash hands often, save others from you, take
meds to dry, less coffee and no beer or wine,
this medication and that – take them all
as directed by a bottle or doctor, but mostly
drink water, juice, tea, and ask doctor Google,
the answer is always the same. Wait.
Like most problems in life, illness will pass,
but another will replace it someday, a cold
or allergy from pollen, or some flu. Make feelings less bad,
medicate and wait, be miserable for days or weeks,
but recover you will. And the tiny viruses in you
will leave you only to return one day to the B&B.
©Bill Reynolds 4/1/2019
Look both ways for avoiding sickness. But mind the gaps of the already ill.