GHOST OF INFLUENZA

GHOST OF INFLUENZA

A Poem by kublakhan27
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I.

You are a mischievous one
ghost of influenza
compelling me to question
the memory of shooing
you a few days back
My passages lack
the liquid obstruction
that froze me
like a flooded engine
so why do I sniff
incessantly on a night
when unlike a few days back
when I swallowed
what I should have spit out
I feel like a month
so precious to my art
now swallows me
like exhausted gum
into its white gut
where winter like gastric acid
cremates a wonderland
I got to visit every year
around this time
What used to be celestial
is now a storm
Silver-thawed branches
scrawny brats of blizzards now
The sole positive remaining
I suppose is the nasal shaming
of the destination of the wind
chill's corrupted water gun
in the walls I would have
disregarded for a walk
in the flurries in softer years
But you leave me
specter of the flu
with the mystery of these
dry sniffles

II.

I guess I said too much
I should have known better
than to agitate a ghost
much less a ghost of sickness
Now you take it out
on my lashes

I should have been content
with the dryness I longed for
a few days back
At least I knew the reason
for my leaking then

© 2012 kublakhan27


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The imagery of this piece is beyond this world. How does one turn a seasoned flu into a piece of art. A conversational masterpiece between the author and the sickness that infests him. I don't know where you live but i'm coming there, to catch this flu, so I can be inspired to write a great write, just like you. Bravo, this was one of the best poems I've read on this site. Definitely one of my favorites.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

Haha trust me, you don't want what I had, I didn't eat for three days and lost a few pounds in the p.. read more
KeeD

12 Years Ago

Means a lot, so much respect for your work. And I could really use the couple of pounds lost, all th.. read more



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liked it--inspiring

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much
The imagery of this piece is beyond this world. How does one turn a seasoned flu into a piece of art. A conversational masterpiece between the author and the sickness that infests him. I don't know where you live but i'm coming there, to catch this flu, so I can be inspired to write a great write, just like you. Bravo, this was one of the best poems I've read on this site. Definitely one of my favorites.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

Haha trust me, you don't want what I had, I didn't eat for three days and lost a few pounds in the p.. read more
KeeD

12 Years Ago

Means a lot, so much respect for your work. And I could really use the couple of pounds lost, all th.. read more
Who knew the flu could be a source of inspiration. Truth always makes a good read, I've had my bout with it, never so clever to get a good write out of it, instead I kept trying to kick it's arse. You did much better, clever read. ;-)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

Haha I'd love to find more positive sources of inspiration, but when the Muse calls, you gotta answe.. read more
Well, Ufi said what I was going to say, so there's hardly any point, is there :-p

I really liked this, k...and not simply because my kid has been home from school for 2 days now suffering this same fate...and that I, too, feel as though I am about to succumb...well, thinking about it, that probably is why I liked it ;-) You certainly do have a way with words. I'm not certain just anyone could write a poem about the flu...we should start a contest :-D The best flu poem contest!

*sigh* Unfortunately, I'm too ill to attend...

Thanks for sharing this with us (the poem, that is, not your germs) ;-)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

Haha it's okay, nobody has yet, but like I said, that's okay...I just may need to write something sa.. read more
KAOlmsted

12 Years Ago

Well, give me an RR when you finish it... ;-p
kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

Oh you know I will ;D
the horrors of the coming storm of a cold...well done

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

Thanks very much
The babble of the burning brain simmers with the seasoned snot and mucus-laden drippings of the season. How apropos that your lashes have forged an alliance with the vision-blurring secretions offered up as clarity of thought; toast this ghost when suppeth thy roast oh gentle beggar of weather-traveled ramble bramble. Let thy nose be content and gay in it's fair calling for that door closes when only the last guest has departed and reason's ration resumes its bold calling. You are a goat herder of no small mastery noble Khan!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

Wow, you're on top of your game tonight man, I can't believe how quickly you forged that assessment .. read more
Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat

12 Years Ago

You make me smile, my friend. ...and babble some too. :o)
kublakhan27

12 Years Ago

Yes, but you babble exquisitely :) Glad I make you smile^^

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Tags: cold, winter, influenza, flu, dry, wet, depression, frustration, snow, season, sniffles, nasal, loneliness, loss, crying, sorrow

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kublakhan27

Nova Scotia, Canada



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