The Bones of A Water-Logged Persistence (Swimmer's Lilt)

A hospitable transmutation—

         Converting nature to nature and form to form

A morpheme unexpected

Provides an individuality all it’s own

Where in duodenum, a plurality’s construed

While in jejunum, emptiness is found after death,

The ileum is the tertiary of the small

It connects to the Cecum, a pouch, uniting the small to large

Phenotypic variation is essential

when evolving from shallow to deep

Genetic pools that drown us under—

A quick flushing finds a tide reigning upon sensation

If not for the (sick) gills mutation’s provided

I’d have floated jetsam like the rest—unable to

Find stowage in some (ill-tempered) future’s ark

         Yet I can swim, and I’m free to swim

Even in these predatory seas,

         I still have a chance, I still have chance, water-wings and all

An extremely late entry to this week Open Link Night over at D'Verse.

My niece brought home a nasty cold from day care a few weeks ago, and I had thought I escaped it's wrath, but last Wednesday I awoke feeling quite miserable, which of course I poo-pooed aside, as a case of getting out of bed on the wrong side.  Well, as the day progressed, so did the bug.  Needless to say I got some medicine and for the most part hadn't really left the house too much since then.  Outside of a couple visits to the store for necessities and a foolish jaunt to the movies on Sunday when I was feeling better, (relapse anyone?), pretty much been a sleep fest with a side of chicken soup.  Well, feeling much better now, but not going to make the same mistake twice, going to keep laying low for the next couple of days until I'm confident this bug is gone for good, which I'm able to do.  Funny thing, it's the first case of unemployment actually allotting me anything of benefit:)  

So, anyhow, haven't been writing really much of late.  But I happened to find the framework of the piece I'm posting right now, which I tweaked a little bit right now, as I didn't want to miss out on OLN and the great company of the D'Verse poets.  So, hopefully I'll be up to speed come tomorrow for tomorrow's event.  I am hopeful that'll be the case, as, (knock on wood), -actually knocking-I am actually feeling much better.  Anyhow.  Quit reading this and head on over to D'verse for the last few hours of Open Link Night. Cheers.

Sick

To excretion

And sweat

I’ve no choice

But to deflect,

All and any inquiries

Into the matter of

health.

To rattling cages made of rib

And all the gelatinous masses

Vacationing in, I must accept

Any and all, lack of

Comfort experienced through,

Confined in this condition, relegated

To such positions of internal anarchy

As to the removal of

Such insurgents,

A healing process works its way,

One I find to be, entirely cruel

When it comes to the rehabilitation

Of the self inside

 

System Unbalanced

When the valance unfurls its treasure for the world to view,

And the blinds travel to a horizontal, restless place

The sickness quarters and the drapes are drawing,

Shivering and shaking you grow weak,

A fever forms and the mind gets meek,

Your skin is flushed and your voice void of pitch and tone,

As the pain caresses all the bones

Having the knowledge,

And not believing the data,

Makes you distrusting,

Seeing the outcome prior to the forecast

Yet still denying what you know,

Paints a portrait of a person I cannot feel sorry for,

Breathing slowly while your pulse is fast,

A compression to the chest and ribs,

Uncovers evil in unrest,

Glowing demons taking form,

Bathing the air in its sick,

You dare not speak, won’t even try,

Tomorrow and each day after, this illness will fade,

Bringing you one step closer, closer to your normal pains